Carlos; the “man from the South”. He’s a small old man who walks very quickly with little bouncing strides, pushing himself high up on his toes with each step, and is immaculately dressed in a white suit. On his head he wears a large, creamy Panama hat, and white buckskin shoes, with little holes all over for ventilation. He’s probably around sixty-eight or seventy. He has an Italian or Spanish accent and probably some sort of South-American. He smokes cigars, and he likes to bet. In the end of the story we learn that he hasn’t anything left to bet with because a woman who is either his girlfriend, wife or sister ( I’m not sure what exactly she is, because it isn’t told in the story) has won it all from him a long while ago.
Carlos; the “man from the South”. He’s a small old man who walks very quickly with little bouncing strides, pushing himself high up on his toes with each step, and is immaculately dressed in a white suit. On his head he wears a large, creamy Panama hat, and white buckskin shoes, with little holes all over for ventilation. He’s probably around sixty-eight or seventy. He has an Italian or Spanish accent and probably some sort of South-American. He smokes cigars, and he likes to bet. In the end of the story we learn that he hasn’t anything left to bet with because a woman who is either his girlfriend, wife or sister ( I’m not sure what exactly she is, because it isn’t told in the story) has won it all from him a long while ago.
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