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‘Aren’t you drenched?’ she said.

‘Drenched!’ he replied. ‘Or at least I was. I’ve dried off quite a lot. My rain-coat is no good — I don’t know why I don’t buy another. Oh, but what a time! The rain STREAMING on my bald head, and the crowd behind throwing oranges at it. Then simply GORED in my inside about letting you go alone. Yet it was the only bull-fight I shall EVER see. I came then before it was over. Bud wouldn’t come. I suppose he’s still there.’

‘Was it as awful as the beginning?’ she asked.

‘No! No! It wasn’t. The first was worst — that horse-shambles. Oh, they killed two more horses. And FIVE bulls! Yes, a regular butchery. But some of it was very neat work; those toreadors did some very pretty feats. One stood on his cloak while a bull charged him.’

‘I think,’ interrupted Kate, ‘if I knew that some of those toreadors were going to be tossed by the bull, I’d go to see another bull-fight. Ugh, how I detest them! The longer I live the more loathsome the human species becomes to me. HOW much nicer the bulls are!’