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Benita still took over an hour to reach the Imperial Street, because before I went through the rough to make their purchases. These had to be on credit, because he had found the money. Called at home after two hours certainly not untimely: other days had come later, but the lady why she was angry. Depended on being good or bad received from the streak of humor with which he took Dona Paca at the time of entry. That afternoon, unfortunately, poor Mrs. Ronda was in one of his most violent attacks of nervous irritability. His genius was sudden eruptions, sometimes determined by any disgruntled small, sometimes by mysteries of the body difficult to appreciate. This is that before Benita through the door, Dona Francisca threw the dash: “Do you think these hours are to come? I have to talk to D. Ray, to tell me the time you leave home … I bet you now you pick up the lie that you went to see the girl, and you had to feed him … Do you think I’m an idiot, and I give credit to your lies? Shut your mouth … Do not ask explanations, neither need, nor believe, you know I do not believe anything you say, liar, entangling. “
Aware of the character of the lady knew that the worst Benita system from his fits of fury was contradicting it, give explanations, open up and defend themselves. Dona Paca did not support arguments for judicious they were. The more logical and fair were the clarification of the opponent, the more she sulked. Not infrequently Benita, innocent, had to plead guilty to the offenses charged against him that the lady, because doing so he would calm down soon.
“See how I have reason? ‘Continued the lady, who when put in such a state, was the most excruciating imaginable. Shut up … who is silent, granted. Then it is true what I say, I am always aware … It is what I thought: you have not gone home from Obdulia, and this is the way. God knows where you’ve been in pingo. But do not care, I’ll find out … Me here alone, starving! … What a morning I’ve been through! I’ve lost count of those who have come for shops piquillos, sums that have not already paid for your disorder … Because the truth, I do not know where you miss the money you … Answer, woman … even defend yourself, if all you give no answer, I seem to still tell you little. “
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