Upon finding Elena in the house with his older daughter, he would go on without speaking to her.
In vain his Romantica transfigured by maternity, improved all opportunities for putting her child in his way, calling him loudly by name: "Julio.

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Julio!" "They want that brat of a singing gringo, that carrot top with a face like a skinned kid to be my grandson?
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