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At the end of the fiber mat was his father , an arm on his brow as though he were fending off the glare of the intensifying day . He recalled how his father used to rouse everybody whenever he woke up first .
At the end of the fiber mat was his father , an arm on his brow as though he were fending off the glare of the intensifying day . He recalled how his father used to rouse everybody whenever he woke up first .
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“ How is father ? ” " He is well . " Victor was waiting under the lean - to , his eyes glowing with fatherly pride . He had missed Luis . Working on the farm had not been easy without him , but he had been happy sending him to school .
“ How is father ? ” " He is well . " Victor was waiting under the lean - to , his eyes glowing with fatherly pride . He had missed Luis . Working on the farm had not been easy without him , but he had been happy sending him to school .
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had already informed his father that he was about to become a grandfather . > LUIS WONDERED how his father would receive the news about Pilar , if he would take it as one of those that had to happen sometime because they had to .
had already informed his father that he was about to become a grandfather . > LUIS WONDERED how his father would receive the news about Pilar , if he would take it as one of those that had to happen sometime because they had to .
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