Even so, he wished to avoid his presence as though he feared some slip in talking with him, and so pretended that he had work in the hold.

Then he left the boat going to visit a friend on a steamer some distance off.
Esteban entered the galley, calling gayly to Uncle Caragol.

He wasn't the same, either.

His humid and reddish eyes were looking at the child with an extraordinary tenderness.

Suddenly he stopped his talk with an expression of uneasiness on his face.