human
Has there been a murder in this quiet place?
gpt
Yes, sir, answered the guard,
human
And the murderer, added the overseer,
gpt
But how was that?
human
Through wine and women, sir, the cause of all misfortunes,
gpt
Do any of the family still live in the place?
human
Uncle Pedro died that year; Perico's wife would have let herself die of grief, but the priest that assisted her husband persuaded her to try to live to fulfil the will of God and her husband, by taking care of her children; but to stay here where every one knew and loved her husband, she must have had a brazen face indeed; she went with her mother to the _sierra_, where they had relatives. One who came from there awhile since, and had seen her, says that she does not look like the same person. The tears have worn furrows in her cheeks; she is as thin as the scythe of death, and her health is destroyed. Poor aunt Anna died only the day before yesterday. She looked like a shadow, and walked bent as if she were seeking her grave as a bed of rest.
gpt
This is her house.