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STRANGER 0O
“You see, Monsieur Meursault,” he said, “it’s not that
I'm a bad guy, but I have a short fuse. This guy says to
me, ‘If you're man enough you'll get down off that
streetcar.
I said, ‘C'mon, take it easy. Then he said,
‘You're yellow.’ So I got off and I said to him, ‘I think
you better stop right there or I’m gonna have to teach
you a lesson.’ And he said, “You and who else?’ So I
let him have it. He went down. I was about to help him
up but he started kicking me from there on the ground.
So I kneed him one and slugged him a couple of times.
His face was all bloody.
I asked him if he’d had enough.
He said, ‘Yes.’” All this time, Sintés was fiddling with
his bandage.
I was sitting on the bed. He said, “So you
see, I wasn’t the one who started it. He was asking for
it.” It was true and I agreed. Then he told me that as a
matter of fact he wanted to ask my advice about the whole business, because I was a man, I knew about
things, I could help him out, and then we'd be pals.
I
didn’t say anything, and he asked me again if I wanted
to be pals. I said it was fine with me: he seemed pleased.
He got out the blood sausage, fried it up, and set out
glasses, plates, knives and forks, and two bottles of wine.
All this in silence. Then we sat down. As we ate, he
started telling me his story. He was a little hesitant at
first. “I knew this lady . . . as a matter of fact, well, she
was my mistress.” The man hed had the fight with was
this woman’s brother. He told me he'd been keeping
her.
I didn’t say anything, and yet right away he added
that he knew what people around the neighborhood
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