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"
‘
Why
should
we
lug
that
tub
of
tripe
to
the
cliff
?
Let
him
lie
there
.
’
"
‘
We
are
going
to
enter
and
finish
with
them
inside
,
’
a
man
shouted
.
‘
We
’
re
going
in
.
’
"
‘
Why
wait
all
day
in
the
sun
?
’
another
yelled
.
‘
Come
on
.
Let
us
go
.
’
"
The
mob
was
now
pressing
into
the
arcade
.
They
were
shouting
and
pushing
and
they
made
a
noise
now
like
an
animal
and
they
were
all
shouting
‘
Open
up
!
Open
up
!
’
for
the
guards
had
shut
the
doors
of
the
Ayuntamiento
when
the
lines
broke
.
"
Standing
on
the
chair
,
I
could
see
in
through
the
barred
window
into
the
hall
of
the
Ayuntamiento
and
in
there
it
was
as
it
had
been
before
.
The
priest
was
standing
,
and
those
who
were
left
were
kneeling
in
a
half
circle
around
him
and
they
were
all
praying
.
Pablo
was
sitting
on
the
big
table
in
front
of
the
Mayor
’
s
chair
with
his
shotgun
slung
over
his
back
.
His
legs
were
hanging
down
from
the
table
and
he
was
rolling
a
cigarette
.
Cuatro
Dedos
was
sitting
in
the
Mayor
’
s
chair
with
his
feet
on
the
table
and
he
was
smoking
a
cigarette
.
All
the
guards
were
sitting
in
different
chairs
of
the
administration
,
holding
their
guns
.
The
key
to
the
big
door
was
on
the
table
beside
Pablo
.
"
The
mob
was
shouting
,
‘
Open
up
!
Open
up
!
Open
up
!
’
as
though
it
were
a
chant
and
Pablo
was
sitting
there
as
though
he
did
not
hear
them
.
He
said
something
to
the
priest
but
I
could
not
hear
what
he
said
for
the
noise
of
the
mob
.
"
The
priest
,
as
before
,
did
not
answer
him
but
kept
on
praying
.
With
many
people
pushing
me
,
I
moved
the
chair
close
against
the
wall
,
shoving
it
ahead
of
me
as
they
shoved
me
from
behind
.
I
stood
on
the
chair
with
my
face
close
against
the
bars
of
the
window
and
held
on
by
the
bars
.
A
man
climbed
on
the
chair
too
and
stood
with
his
arms
around
mine
,
holding
the
wider
bars
.
"
‘
The
chair
will
break
,
’
I
said
to
him
.
"
‘
What
does
it
matter
?
’
he
said
.
‘
Look
at
them
.
Look
at
them
pray
.
’
"
His
breath
on
my
neck
smelled
like
the
smell
of
the
mob
,
sour
,
like
vomit
on
paving
stones
and
the
smell
of
drunkenness
,
and
then
he
put
his
mouth
against
the
opening
in
the
bars
with
his
head
over
my
shoulder
,
and
shouted
,
‘
Open
up
!
Open
!
’
and
it
was
as
though
the
mob
were
on
my
back
as
a
devil
is
on
your
back
in
a
dream
.
