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Banco: the Further Adventures of PapillonThat's natural, because I don't take part in the actual work. You get it?" "It's as clear as gin." "There's a bright boy. Two _frescos_, SeГ±ora." A fat, friendly old light-skinned woman brought us glasses full of chocolate-colored liquid with an ice cube and a bit of lemon swimming in it. "That'll be eight bolivars, _hombres_." "More than two dollars! Hell, life is not cheap here." Jojo paid. "How are things going?" he asked. "So-so." "Is there any loot or not?" "Men in plenty. But very, very few diamonds. They found this place three months ago, and since then four thousand men have come rushing in. Too may men for so few diamonds. And what about him?" she said, jerking her chin toward me. "German or French?" "French. He's with me." "Poor soul." "How come, poor soul?" I asked. "Because you're too young and too good-looking to die. The men who come with Jojo never have any luck." "You shut your trap, you old fool. Come on, Papi, let's go." As we stood up, the fat woman said to me by way of good-bye, "Look out for yourself." Of course, I'd said nothing about what JosГ© had told me, and Jojo was amazed that I did not try to find out what there was behind her words ...» |
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