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Towers Analia's mother died of a delirious fever when she was born and her father could not bear the sadness and two weeks later there was a pistol shot in the chest. He agonized for several days with his wife's name on his lips. His brother Eugenio administered lands and ordered the family destination of the little orphan at its discretion. Until six years Analia clinging to the skirts grew an Indian loves the service rooms of the house of his tutor and later, aged just had to go to school, was sent to the capital, internally at the College of the Sisters Sacred Heart, where he spent the next twelve years. It was a good student and loved the discipline, austerity of the stone building, the chapel with her court of saints and aroma of wax and lilies, naked riders, shady courtyards. What attracted her was less bustle of the pupils and the acrid smell of the classroom. Whenever he could escape the vigilance of the nuns, hiding in the attic, between decapitated statues and broken furniture, to tell stories themselves. In those stolen moments plunged in silence with the feeling of indulging in sin. Every six months received a short note from his uncle Eugenio recommending her to behave and honor the memory of his parents, who had been two good Christian life and be proud that his only daughter devote their existence to the highest precepts of the virtue, ie a novice entered the convent. But Analia him know from the first hint that he was not prepared to do and firmly maintained its position just to contradict him, because deep religious life liked. Hidden behind the habit, in solitude ultimate renunciation of any pleasure, perhaps you might find lasting peace, he thought, but his instinct warned him against the advice of his tutor. He suspected that his actions were motivated by the greed of land, rather than family loyalty. Nothing from him seemed trustworthy, at some loophole was cheating. When Analia was sixteen, his uncle came to visit the