gulp, as if it were a mere trifle! His thirst and the heat assailed him
anew, and he roared for other refreshment.
The family, for reasons of economy, thought of the _horchata_ from a
near-by restaurant. They would see; let a full jar of it be brought. And
Señor Vicente drank and drank until it was unnecessary to remove the
skins from him. Why? Because an attack of double pneumonia finished him
inside of a few hours. The glorious, shaggy-haired _uniform_ of the
family served him as a shroud.
Thus died the lion of the _blanquers_,--the last lion of Valencia.
And the fact is that _horchata_ is fatal for beasts.... Pure poison!
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