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"
Now
the
mob
was
pressed
tight
against
the
door
so
that
those
in
front
were
being
crushed
by
all
the
others
who
were
pressing
and
from
the
square
a
big
drunkard
in
a
black
smock
with
a
red
-
and
-
black
handkerchief
around
his
neck
,
ran
and
threw
himself
against
the
press
of
the
mob
and
fell
forward
onto
the
pressing
men
and
then
stood
up
and
backed
away
and
then
ran
forward
again
and
threw
himself
against
the
backs
of
those
men
who
were
pushing
,
shouting
,
‘
Long
live
me
and
long
live
Anarchy
.
’
"
As
I
watched
,
this
man
turned
away
from
the
crowd
and
went
and
sat
down
and
drank
from
a
bottle
and
then
,
while
he
was
sitting
down
,
he
saw
Don
Anastasio
,
who
was
still
lying
face
down
on
the
stones
,
but
much
trampled
now
,
and
the
drunkard
got
up
and
went
over
to
Don
Anastasio
and
leaned
over
and
poured
out
of
the
bottle
onto
the
head
of
Don
Anastasio
and
onto
his
clothes
,
and
then
he
took
a
matchbox
out
of
his
pocket
and
lit
several
matches
,
trying
to
make
a
fire
with
Don
Anastasio
.
But
the
wind
was
blowing
hard
now
and
it
blew
the
matches
out
and
after
a
little
the
big
drunkard
sat
there
by
Don
Anastasio
,
shaking
his
head
and
drinking
out
of
the
bottle
and
every
once
in
a
while
,
leaning
over
and
patting
Don
Anastasio
on
the
shoulders
of
his
dead
body
.
"
All
this
time
the
mob
was
shouting
to
open
up
and
the
man
on
the
chair
with
me
was
holding
tight
to
the
bars
of
the
window
and
shouting
to
open
up
until
it
deafened
me
with
his
voice
roaring
past
my
ear
and
his
breath
foul
on
me
and
I
looked
away
from
watching
the
drunkard
who
had
been
trying
to
set
fire
to
Don
Anastasio
and
into
the
hall
of
theAyuntamiento
again
;
and
it
was
just
as
it
had
been
.
They
were
still
praying
as
they
had
been
,
the
men
all
kneeling
,
with
their
shirts
open
,
some
with
their
heads
down
,
others
with
their
heads
up
,
looking
toward
the
priest
and
toward
the
crucifix
that
he
held
,
and
the
priest
praying
fast
and
hard
and
looking
out
over
their
heads
,
and
in
back
of
them
Pablo
,
with
his
cigarette
now
lighted
,
was
sitting
there
on
the
table
swinging
his
legs
,
his
shotgun
slung
over
his
back
,
and
he
was
playing
with
the
key
.
"
I
saw
Pablo
speak
to
the
priest
again
,
leaning
forward
from
the
table
and
I
could
not
hear
what
he
said
for
the
shouting
.
But
the
priest
did
not
answer
him
but
went
on
praying
.
Then
a
man
stood
up
from
among
the
half
circle
of
those
who
were
praying
and
I
saw
he
wanted
to
go
out
.
It
was
Don
José
Castro
,
whom
every
one
called
Don
Pepe
,
a
confirmed
fascist
,
and
a
dealer
in
horses
,
and
he
stood
up
now
small
,
neat
-
looking
even
unshaven
and
wearing
a
pajama
top
tucked
into
a
pair
of
gray
-
striped
trousers
.
He
kissed
the
crucifix
and
the
priest
blessed
him
and
he
stood
up
and
looked
at
Pablo
and
jerked
his
head
toward
the
door
.
"
Pablo
shook
his
head
and
went
on
smoking
.
I
could
see
Don
Pepe
say
something
to
Pablo
but
could
not
hear
it
.
Pablo
did
not
answer
;
he
simply
shook
his
head
again
and
nodded
toward
the
door
.
"
Then
I
saw
Don
Pepe
look
full
at
the
door
and
realized
that
he
had
not
known
it
was
locked
.
Pablo
showed
him
the
key
and
he
stood
looking
at
it
an
instant
and
then
he
turned
and
went
and
knelt
down
again
.
I
saw
the
priest
look
around
at
Pablo
and
Pablo
grinned
at
him
and
showed
him
the
key
and
the
priest
seemed
to
realize
for
the
first
time
that
the
door
was
locked
and
he
seemed
as
though
he
started
to
shake
his
head
,
but
he
only
inclined
it
and
went
back
to
praying
.
"
I
do
not
know
how
they
could
not
have
understood
the
door
was
locked
unless
it
was
that
they
were
so
concentrated
on
their
praying
and
their
own
thoughts
;
but
now
they
certainly
understood
and
they
understood
the
shouting
and
they
must
have
known
now
that
all
was
changed
.
But
they
remained
the
same
as
before
.
"
By
now
the
shouting
was
so
that
you
could
hear
nothing
and
the
drunkard
who
stood
on
the
chair
with
me
shook
with
his
hands
at
the
bars
and
yelled
,
‘
Open
up
!
Open
up
!
’
until
he
was
hoarse
.
"
I
watched
Pablo
speak
to
the
priest
again
and
the
priest
did
not
answer
.
Then
I
saw
Pablo
unsling
his
shotgun
and
he
reached
over
and
tapped
the
priest
on
the
shoulder
with
it
.
The
priest
paid
no
attention
to
him
and
I
saw
Pablo
shake
his
head
.
Then
he
spoke
over
his
shoulder
to
Cuatro
Dedos
and
Cuatro
Dedos
spoke
to
the
other
guards
and
they
all
stood
up
and
walked
back
to
the
far
end
of
the
room
and
stood
there
with
their
shotguns
.
