Breakfast at Tiffany's
When she'd left, I wandered over to the table where her books remained; they were what I had wanted to see. South by Thunderbird. Byways of Brazil. The Political Mind of South America. And so forth.
"He'll marry me, all right. In church. And with his family there" (13.11).
"Years from now, years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me and my nine Brazilian brats" (12.4).