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CHAPTER V - The Lake

`Later, you will see.'
He had a secret, important to himself, on which he was sitting tight. But he looked at her with shining eyes, as much as to say that soon she would share the secret, and then he would be much happier.
He watched her curiously, from under his wary black lashes. She was one of the rather plump Irishwomen, with soft brown hair and hazel eyes, and a beautiful, rather distant repose. Her great charm was her soft repose, and her gentle, unconscious inaccessibility. She was taller and bigger than Cipriano: he was almost boyishly small. But he was all energy, and his eyebrows tilted black and with a barbarian conceit, above his full, almost insolent black eyes.
He watched her continually, with a kind of fascination: the same spell that the absurd little figures of the doll Madonna had cast over him as a boy. She was the mystery, and he the adorer, under the semi-ecstatic spell of the mystery. But once he rose from his knees, he rose in the same strutting conceit of himself as before he knelt: with all his adoration in his pocket again. But he had a good deal of magnetic power. His education had not diminished it. His education lay like a film of white oil on the black lake of his barbarian consciousness. For this reason, the things he said were hardly interesting at all. Only what he was. He made the air around him seem darker, but richer and fuller. Sometimes his presence was extraordinarily grateful, like a healing of the blood. And sometimes he was an intolerable weight on her. She gasped to get away from him.
`You think a great deal of Don Ramon?' she said to him.
`Yes,' he said, his black eyes watching her. `He is a very fine man.'
How trivial the words sounded! That was another boring thing about him: his English seemed so trivial. Hewasn't really expressing himself. He was only flipping at the white oil that lay on his surface.
`You like him better than the Bishop, your god-father?'
He lifted his shoulders in a twisted, embarrassed shrug.
`The same!' he said. `I like him the same.'
Then he looked away into the distance, with a certain hauteur and insolence.

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