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Ay, if she could only get the chance to make these longings a reality! "You are mad," protested her mother.

"Completely mad! How can a ladylike girl talk in such a way ?".

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Surprising her niece in the ecstasy of these delirious ravings, Dona Elena would raise her eyes to heaven, abstaining thenceforth from communicating her opinions, reserving them wholly for the mother.
Don Marcelo's indignation took another bound when his wife repeated to him the news from her sister.