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Little Manolo was nearly three years old. He had developed into a very / cunning chap, talkative and pleasant. In his small, plump, white face, / that looked even whiter by contrast with the dead black of his hair, you / could see distinctive characteristics of several persons. His tip-tilted / nose and the roguish line of his mouth were his mother's. From his / father, no doubt, he had inherited the thoughtful forehead and the heavy / set of his jaws. And at the same time you were reminded of his godfather / by his lively ways and by a peculiar manner he had of throwing out his / feet, when he walked. It seemed almost as if the clever little fellow / had set his mind on looking like everybody who had stood near his / baptismal font, so that he could win the love of them all.
Zureda worshiped the boy, laughed at all his tricks and graces, and / spent hours playing with him on the tiles of the passageway. Little / Manolo pulled his mustache and necktie, mauled him and broke the crystal / of his watch. Far from getting angry, the engineer loved him all the / more for it, as if his strong, rough heart were melting with adoration.