Published in Short Stories 1903 WITNESS if I have not a nature simpatico in the extreme ! Here am I, Leandro Bayado, arrived at five feet six inches, and years twenty and three. I am a Mexican mozo of good looks. How do I know it ? It is unnecessary to look into the mirror imported from France that hangs in Don Alfredo's room, although I have done this when that pock-marked mozo Juan was not looking. It is sufficient to gaze into the pool of water two miles from the town and see smiling back at me white teeth, black eyes, curved eyebrows— why not, cannot arched brows smile? "No," I gurgle.
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