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go a step farther and make
cow-fights the national pastime. I hate cows frankly.”

Sir Donald sat down in an armchair and looked, with his faded blue eyes,
into the eyes of his hostess. His drawn yellow face was melancholy, like
the face of one who had long been an invalid. People who knew him well,
however, said there was nothing the matter with him, and that his
appearance had not altered during the last twenty years.

“You can hate nothing beautiful,” he said with a sort of hollow
assurance.

“I think cows hideous.”

“Cuyp’s?”

“All cows. You’ve never had one running after you.”

She took up her gloves, which she had laid down on the table beside her,
and began to pull them gently through her fingers. Both Sir Donald and
Robin looked at her hands, which were not only beautiful in shape but
extraordinarily intelligent in their movements. Whatever they did they
did well, without hesitation or bungling. Nobody had ever seen them
tremble.

“Do you consider that anything that can be dangerous for