He was sitting over a glass of wine and a cigar when the door opened and he saw a tall, fine-looking old man come in with a girl - a girl who took his breath away.
The Cactus Kid sat up a little straighter. She was Spanish, and beautiful. Her eyes swept the room and then came to rest on him. They left him, and they returned. The Kid smiled.
Abruptly her glance chilled. One eyebrow lifted slightly and she turned away from him. The Kid hunched his shoulders, feeling frostbitten around the edges of his ego.
(from "The Cactus Kid," by Louis L'Amour)
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