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"Look, there's Milial," said someone near me. I looked at the man they were pointing out, for I had long wanted to make the acquaintance of this Don Juan.
He was no longer young. His grey hair, a shaggy grey, was a little like one of those skin caps that certain Northern races wear on their heads, and his fine, rather long beard, falling to his chest, also bore a resemblance to fur. He was talking to a woman, leaning towards her, speaking in a low voice, while he looked at her with a tender gaze, eloquent of homage and affection.