-Oh! she did with a little sigh, poking posponto quickly.

The clerk, shuffling the cards, began to speak of a house that wanted to rent, some fell to talking about domestic arrangements.

-Bring me a light! Amaro called Ruca.

He went to his room in despair. He placed the candle on the commoda, the mirror was in front, and his image appeared to him, felt ugly, ridiculous with his shaven face, the back stiff as a colleira, and behind the crown hideous. Was compared with each other instinctively that he had a mustache, [128] cabello your all, your freedom! What shall I be grating to me? he thought. The other was a husband, I could give you his name, a home, motherhood, he could only give you sensations criminal, after the terrors of sin! She may sympathize with him, though a priest, but above all, above all, wanted to marry, nothing more natural! He saw himself poor, beautiful, alone: ​​a situation cubic legitimate and lasting respect for the neighbors, the consideration of the tenants, all income of honor!

He hated it then, and drowned her dress, and your honesty! The stupid, I did not realize that beneath d’ella, in a black cassock, a passion devoted to stalking, then trembled and died of impatience! He wished she was like mother, or, worse, all free, with gaudy dresses, a brazen bowl, tracing the leg and staring men, a female easily as an open door …