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When in Sulaco it was his practice to smoke and doze allday long (as though he had no care in the world) on a stonebench outside the doorway of the Casa Gould and facingthe windows of the Avellanos house. Years and years agohis mother had been chief laundry-woman in that family—veryaccomplished in the matter of clear-starching. Hehimself had been born on one of their haciendas. His namewas Bonifacio, and Don Jose, crossing the street about fiveo’clock to call on Dona Emilia, always acknowledged hishumble salute by some movement of hand or head. The portersof both houses conversed lazily with him in tones ofgrave intimacy. His evenings he devoted to gambling andto calls in a spirit of generous festivity upon the peyne d’orogirls in the more remote side-streets of the town. But he, too,was a discreet man.