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At about the age of thirty, tired of living all alone with no one to / love, Amadeo Zureda got married. This Zureda was a stocky fellow, / neither tall nor short, dark, thoughtful, and with a certain slow, sure / way of moving. The whole essence of his face, the soul of it -- to speak / so -- was rooted in the taciturn energy of the space between his eyebrows. / There you found the man, more than in the rough black mustache which cut / across his face; even more than in the thickness of his cheek-bones, the / squareness of his jaws, the hard solidity of his nose. His brow was / somber as an evil memory.
One after the other you might erase all the lines of that face, and so / long as you left the thick-tufted brows, you would not have changed the / expression of Amadeo Zureda. For there dwelt the whole spirit of the / man, reserved yet ardent.