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his threatening attitude demonstrated the facility with which he could
forget his relationship if he should receive orders to proceed against
Don Marcelo.
Thus silenced, the vanquished proprietor hung his head. What was he
going to do? . . . The Captain now renewed his affability as though he
had forgotten what he had just said. He wished to present him to his
companions-at-arms. His Excellency, Count Meinbourg, the Major General,
upon learning that he was a relative of the von Hartrotts, had done him
the honor of inviting him to his table.
Invited into his own demesne, he finally reached the dining room, filled
with men in mustard color and high boots. Instinctively, he made
an inventory of the room. All in good order, nothing broken--walls,
draperies and furniture still intact; but an appraising glance within
the sideboard again caused a clutch at his heart. Two entire table
services of silver, and another of old porcelain had disappeared without
leaving the most insignificant of their pieces. He was obliged to
respond gravely to the presentations which his nephew was making, and
take the hand which the Count was extending with aristocratic languor.
The adversary began considering him with benevolence, on learning that
he was a millionaire from a distant land where riches were acquired very
rapidly.
Soon he was seated as a stranger at his own table, eating from the same
dishes that his family were accustomed to use, served by men with shaved
heads, wearing coarse, striped aprons over their uniforms.
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