Then it got larger and larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I’d known Tom in college.

“Yes,” Maera said, “and who will kill his bulls after he gets cogida?”

She hoped he would have a great career, and believed in him absolutely.

They whack-whacked the white horse on the legs and he kneed himself up.

The houses were in a big grove of elm trees and the road was very sandy.

I wrote out for him where to eat in Milano and the addresses of comrades.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

Once the horn went all the way through him and he felt it go into the sand.

Maera felt everything getting larger and larger and then smaller and smaller.

He stopped stiff and one of the monos held his bridle and walked him forward.

We sat down at a table under a big tree and the king ordered whisky and soda.

She loved him as always, but she realized now it was only a boy and girl love.

He had no money, and they fed him behind the counter in railway eating houses.

Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford.

In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles.

The old men and women, soaked through, walking along keeping the cattle moving.

The picador kicked in his spurs, leaned forward and shook his lance at the bull.

He lived upstairs above the blacksmith shop and took his meals at A. J. Smith’s.

The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him out.

The picador twisted the stirrups straight and pulled and hauled up into the saddle.

We were frightfully put out when we heard the flank had gone, and we had to fall back.

Ag would not come home until he had a good job and could come to New York to meet her.

Too heavy to lift and you could shoot through it and they would have to climb over it.

There was a woman having a kid with a young girl holding a blanket over her and crying.

He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

It was lonely and rainy there, and there was a battalion of arditi quartered in the town.

He was very shy and quite young and the train men passed him on from one crew to another.

We kill the savage’s bulls, and the drunkard’s bulls, and the riau-riau dancer’s bulls.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.

Then the music started again and he jumped up and twisted away from me and started dancing.

He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened.

Women and kids were in the carts, crouched with mattresses, mirrors, sewing machines, bundles.

Then everything commenced to run faster and faster as when they speed up a cinematograph film.

Hortons Bay, the town, was only five houses on the main road between Boyne City and Charlevoix.

He talked about the shop to A. J. Smith and about the Republican Party and about James G. Blaine.

He was a good horseshoer and did not look much like a blacksmith even with his leather apron on.

After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again.

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty, with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner.

—And we’ve produced all the things that go to make civilization⁠—oh, science and art, and all that.

I went back to the hotel and Maera was on the balcony looking out to see if I’d be bringing him back.

It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States.

Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and he sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through.

From Smith’s back door you could look out across the woods that ran down to the lake and across the bay.

Villalta standing straight and the red hilt of the sword sticking out dully between the bull’s shoulders.

At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue.