A love story.

We were eating some-thing in a hotel was near eight o’clock, when we received news of a trace:-a driver who had taken the night before a lady to the Botanical Garden, where she entered into an inn, and stayed. Not After dinner, we were in the same car to the Botanical Garden. The innkeeper confirmed the version, I added that the person had retired to a room, had eaten nothing since he arrived the night before, just ordered a cup of coffee, seemed deeply dejected. We are headed for the room, the innkeeper knocked on the door, she answered feebly, and opened. The Andrade gave me no time to prepare anything, pushed me, and cahiram in each other’s arms. Marocas wept and fainted. {69}

-Everything is explained?

No-thing. None of them which became the Assumpta, free of a shipwreck, they did not want to know anything about the storm that mette to sink. The reconciliation was made quickly. The Andrade bought him, months later, a small house in Catumby, the Marocas gave him a son, who died two years. When he ran north on the government commission, the affection was still the same, since the first flush has not had the same intensity. Nevertheless, she wanted to go too; that I was forced to stay. The Andrade had become after a short time, but as I said, died in the province. Marocas felt deeply the death poz mourning, and it was considered a widow, I know that in the first three years, ever heard a Mass on anniversaries. There are ten-years lost from view. What do you think all this?

-Actually, there are natural occurrences as well, if you have not abused my ingenuity of man to imagine a novel …

-I did not invent anything, is the pure reality.

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