The House of the Spirits
I vowed to extract the last gram of precious metal even if it meant I had to crush the hills with my own hands and grind the rocks with my feet. For Rosa's sake, I was prepared to do that and much more. (1.34)
He decided that from that day on, no matter how tight his circumstances, he would always pay for the small comforts that made him feel rich.
"I don't plan to be poor ever again!" he decided, dreaming of the seam of gold. (2.27)
He knew that an immense task lay ahead of him. […] For a second he was tempted to pile his two bags back on the cart and return whence he had come, but he rejected that plan in a flash and resolved that if there was anything that could alleviate the grief and rage of Rosa's loss it would be breaking his back working in this ruined land. (2.43)