The Underdogs, a Story of the Mexican Revolution by Mariano Azuela
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noticed I steer clear of them. You know why. And don't
think I don't know what I'm talking about. I've had a hell of a lot of experience and that's no lie!" "What do you say, Pancracio? When are we going back to the ranch?" Demetrio insisted, blowing gray clouds of tobacco smoke into the air. "Say the day, I'm game. You know I left my woman there too!" "Your woman, hell!" Quail said, disgruntled and sleepy. "All right, then, our woman! It's a good thing you're kindhearted so we all can enjoy her when you bring her over," Manteca murmured. "That's right, Pancracio, bring one-eyed Maria An- tonia. We're all getting pretty cold around here," Meco shouted from a distance. The crowd broke into peals of laughter. Pancracio and Manteca vied with each other in calling forth oaths and obscenity. XX |
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