第6章 Tired of the Old Man（2/7）
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s the sun set he remembered, to give himself more confidence,the time in the tavern at asablanca hen he had layed the hand game ith the great negro from ienfuegos ho as the strongest man on th had gone one day and one night ith their elbos on a chalk line on the table and their forearms straight u and their hands grie one as trying to force the other's hand don onto th as much betting and eole ent in and out of the room under the kerosene lights and he had looked at the arm and hand of the negro and at the negro' changed the referees every four hours after the first eight so that the referees coul came out from under the fingernails of both his and the negro's hands and they looked each other in the eye and at their hands and forearms and the bettors ent in and out of the room and sat on high chairs against the all an alls ere ainted bright blue and ere of ood and the lams thre their shados agains negro's shado as huge and it moved on the all as the breeze moved th odds ould change back and forth all night and they fed the negro rum and lighted cigarettes fo the egro,after the rum,ould try for a tremendous effort and once he had the old man, ho as not an old man then but as antiago l ameon,nearly three inches of the old man had raised his hand u to dead eve as sure then that he had the negro,ho as a fine man and a great athlete, at daylight hen the bettors ere asking that it be called a dra and the referee as shaking his head,he had unleashed his effort and forced the hand of the negro don and don until it rested on th match had started on a unday morning and ended on a onda of the bettors had asked for a dra because they had to go to ork on the docks loading sacks of sugar or at the avana oa everyone ould have anted it to go to he had finished it anyay and before anyone had to go t a long time after that everyone had called him he hamion and there had been a return ma
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