By Henry (also wrote as Lewis Padgett) Kuttner
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All right, all right," she said impatiently. " "I don't deny we need a handyman," the Count said, letting his hand drop. " Mrs. De Anza asked. " For some reason this made the rouged cheeks get a little pinker around the edges of the rouge. As if she had expected this, the Countess lifted her eyes for the first time and looked directly at him. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Standing there between them, I didn't feel like myself any more. I felt like all the long row of other guys who must have stood here, Callahan and the boys before him, all of us one faceless puppet jumping when the strings twitched between the Countess and the Count.
He didn't move. I went over behind the bar, saw a familiar label among the bottles lined up under the mirror, and drank whisky without bothering about a glass. First it wasn't so good, then it helped. I figured the worst was over. I went back to Gavotte. The broken fifth was on the floor beside him, and I kicked it away. I crouched down and put my thumb in his eye socket and pushed. He didn't even groan. And when the nerve that runs up under the socket is pushed, only a dead man doesn't move. His head rolled, though.
It looked like a nice town," I said. "With human beings in it," he said. "I distrust and dislike human beings. " "Well--then you're living in the right place. " "The Countess, and Benita and Rafael, I know very thoroughly. Nothing they might do would be unpredictable to me. But I don't wish to live near potential mobs. " I raised my eyebrows at him. "I saw it in Barcelona," he said. "I saw it in Amritsar in nineteen nineteen. " ". . " He closed his eyes and took a long drag of his cigarette. His carefully rouged cheeks looked a little pinker.