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"Señora Remigia, won't you lend me some eggs, my chicken woke up all lazy. I have some señores back there who want breakfast."
The neighbor opened her eyes wide, trying to adjust her sight as she passed from the bright sunlight into the shadows of the small hut, made darker still by the dense smoke rising from the fire. After a few brief moments she could make out the outlines of the objects in the room more distinctly, and she saw the stretcher of the wounded man in a corner, with the man's head close to the dilapidated, greasy posts of the wall.