His complexion was
sallow; he had high cheekbones and a receding chin, which gave
him rather the appearance of a fox. He shrank a little from the
lights as though they hurt his eyes, and all the time he looked
furtively back to the door, through which in a moment or two his
rival was presently escorted. The latter was a young man of
stockier build, ill-conditioned, and with the brutal face of the
lowest of his class. Two of his front teeth were missing, and
there was a livid mark on the side of his cheek. He looked
neither to the right nor to the left. His eyes were fixed upon
the other man, and they looked death.
"The gentleman who first appeared," Sir Timothy observed,
stepping up into the sanded space but still half facing the
audience, "is Guiseppe, the Lothario of this little act. The
other is Jim, the wronged husband. You know their story. Now,
Jim," he added, turning towards the Englishman, "I put in your
trousers pocket these notes, two hundred pounds, you will
perceive. I place in the trousers pocket of Guiseppe here notes
to the same amount. I understand you have a little quarrel to
fight out. The one who wins will naturally help himself to the
other's money, together with that other little reward which I
imagine was the first cause of your quarrel.
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