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I prefer Celedonio's." And by way of emphasizing his protest, he entered the dwelling of his overseer, scattering among his dusky brood handfuls of dollars.
After seven years of marriage, the wife of Desnoyers found that she, too, was going to become a mother.

Her sister already had three sons.
But what were they worth to Madariaga compared to the grandson that was going to come?
"It will be a boy," he announced positively, "because I need one so.

It shall be named Julio, and I hope that it will look like my poor dead wife." Since the death of his wife he no longer called her the China, feeling something of a posthumous love for the poor woman who in her lifetime had endured so much, so timidly and silently.

Now "my poor dead wife" cropped out every other instant in the conversation of the remorseful ranchman.
His desires were fulfilled.