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滚球那个网址可靠
滚球那个网址可靠
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time:2021-09-23

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    滚球那个网址可靠There were no exclamations now. He felt himself overcome by a delicious sleepiness; his eyes were closing, and he felt certain that if this concert went on much longer he should be fast asleep.

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    Gallardo walked towards the bull with his head uncovered after the "brindis," with the muleta in one hand, and in the other the rapier waving like a cane. He was followed, though at a prudent distance, by El Nacional and another torero. Several voices from the sunny side protested. How many more acolytes!... He looked like a parish priest going to a funeral!
    But the maestro, with his authority as chief of the cuadrilla, which no one dare to contest or discuss, rolled his eyes fiercely as he looked at El Nacional, who was obliged to observe a silent obedience. But the zeal of proselytism was stronger in this simple soul than his subordination, and one insignificant word was sufficient to start him on a discussion with his fellow travellers, trying to convince them of the truth. But indeed the truth, according to him, seemed an inextricable and tangled skein of ranting that he had gathered from Don Joselito.
    The bandit was drawn on quite naturally by his southern warmth to seek fresh expressions of admiration for Do?a Sol.

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    1.The torero stood humiliated and ashamed; some time passed in silence, until at last Do?a Sol seemed to pity him.
    2."Take me away!" she cried in agonized tones. "Get me out of here as quickly as possible. I feel ill.... You can leave me in the nearest church."
    3.And putting his mouth close to the torero's ear, he murmured: "Do?a Sol!"
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