Front matter
Frances Douglas translation
When the swordsman clasped her hand she looked into his eyes. "Don't go—come; come!" [Chapter III]
THE BLOOD OF THE ARENA
BY VICENTE BLASCO IBÁÑEZ FROM THE SPANISH, BY FRANCES DOUGLAS
ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY TROY AND MARGARET WEST KINNEY
CHICAGO A. C. McCLURG & CO. 1911
Copyright A. C. McCLURG & CO. 1911 Published November, 1911 Entered at Stationers' Hall, London W. F. Gall Printing Company Chicago
CONTENTS
Chapter Page
IThe Hero and the Public 9
IIThe Matador and the Lady33
IIIBorn for the Bull-ring64
IVAt Carmen's Window-grille80
VThe Lure of Golden Hair106
VIThe Voice of the Siren126
VIIThe Spanish Wild Beast153
VIIIDiamonds in the Ring178
IXBreakfast with the Bandit195
XA Look into the Face of Death228
XIDoctor Ruiz on Tauromachy256
XIIAiring the Saints269
XIIIThe Mastery of Self-preservation288
XIVThe Spanish Lilith307
XVBehind the Scenes328
XVI"The Greatest Man in the World"348
XVIIThe Atonement of Blood362
ILLUSTRATIONS
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When the swordsman clasped her hand she looked into his eyes. "Don't go—come; come!"Frontispiece
Gallardo's wedding was a national event. Far into the night guitars strummed with melancholy plaint.... Girls, their arms held high, beat the marble floor with their little feet96
"For me?" asked the bandit in tones of surprise and wonder. "For me, Señora Marquesa?"224
The animal moved in confusion between the red cloths, drawing him far away from the swordsman294