He loved to enumerate the different provincial and national revolutions in which he had taken part.

But all this had disappeared and would never return.

These were the times of peace, work and abundance.
"Just think of it, Frenchy," he said, driving away the mosquitoes with the puffs of his cigar.

"I am Spanish, you French, Karl German, my daughters Argentinians, the cook Russian, his assistant Greek, the stable boy English, the kitchen servants Chinas (natives), Galicians or Italians, and among the peons there are many castes and laws.

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