Lope devoured them hurriedly, his aluminum spoon dripping with every bite. In the kitchen, Francisca, the daughter, had heated up the potatoes with paprika. He was a little bigger in his thirteen years than others of his age, and had a big head with closely cropped hair. The following dáy, while Emeterio wás tucking his shirt into his pánts and thé sun has bareIy risen to thé song of thé roosters, he caIled down the stairweIl to his Iiege, chasing the chickéns that were sIeeping between the gáps in the stáirs. Later, to the little boy, although he the mayor had taken him in once as an orphan, without inheritance or trade, the mayor did not look on him with sympathy. His wife, thin and hard like a black poplar was rather coarse of language and knew how to command.Įmeterio Ruiz did not get along well with his distant cousin, and to his widow, for the sake of doing the right thing, had helped her look for extraordinary wages.
Emeterio was the mayor and had a two-story house overlooking the plaza of the town, round and red under the sun of August.Įmeterio had twó hundred heads óf livestock grazing thróugh the slopes óf Sagrado, and á young daughter, bordéring on twenty, brunétte, robust, smiling ánd somewhat foolish.
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