There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a prosaic railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men.
A pesar de su traje de tweed, de su acento americano y de viajar en un prosaico vagón de ferrocarril, sentí más que nunca, al contemplar su rostro, moreno y expresivo, que era un auténtico descendiente de aquella larga sucesión de hombres de sangre ardiente, tan fogosos como autoritarios.