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A MAN FROM GLASGOW

were pale. He was constantly pulling his ragged, grey moustache. It was a nervous gesture that I found faintly irritating. Presently I felt that he was looking at me, and the intensity of his stare grew so irksome that I glanced up expecting him, as before, to drop his eyes. He did, indeed, for a moment, but then raised them again. He inspected me from under his long, bushy eyebrows.
" Just come from Gib?" he asked suddenly.
" Yes."
" I'm going tomorrow-on my way home. Thank God."
He said the last two words so fiercely that I smiled.
" Don't you like Spain?"
" Oh, Spain's all right."
" Have you been here long?"
" Too long. Too long."
He spoke with a kind of gasp. I was surprised at the emotion my casual inquiry seemed to excite in him. He sprang to his feet and walked backwards and forwards. He stamped to and fro like a caged beast, pushing aside a chair that stood in his way, and now and again repeated the words in a groan. "Too long. Too long." I sat still. I was embarrassed. To give myself countenance I stirred the brasero to bring the hotter ashes to the top, and he stood suddenly still, towering over me, as though my movement had brought back my existence to his notice. Then he sat down heavily in his chair.
" D'you think I'm queer?" he asked.
" Not more than most people," I smiled.
" You don't see anything strange in me?"
He leant forward as he spoke so that I might see him well.
" No."
" You'd say so if you did, wouldn't you?"
" I would."
I couldn't quite understand what all this meant. I wondered if he was drunk. For two or three minutes he didn't say anything and I had no wish to interrupt the silence.

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