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"
My
pride
is
in
thee
.
Do
not
tell
it
.
"
"
Nay
,
I
speak
of
thy
own
pride
which
it
is
necessary
to
have
in
thy
wife
.
And
another
thing
.
My
father
was
the
mayor
of
the
village
and
an
honorable
man
.
My
mother
was
an
honorable
woman
and
a
good
Catholic
and
they
shot
her
with
my
father
because
of
the
politics
of
my
father
who
was
a
Republican
.
I
saw
both
of
them
shot
and
my
father
said
,
‘
Viva
la
República
,
’
when
they
shot
him
standing
against
the
wall
of
the
slaughterhouse
of
our
village
.
"
My
mother
standing
against
the
same
wall
said
,
‘
Viva
my
husband
who
was
the
Mayor
of
this
village
,
’
and
I
hoped
they
would
shoot
me
too
and
I
was
going
to
say
‘
Viva
la
República
y
vivan
mis
padres
,
’
but
instead
there
was
no
shooting
but
instead
the
doing
of
the
things
.
"
Listen
.
I
will
tell
thee
of
one
thing
since
it
affects
us
.
After
the
shooting
at
the
matadero
they
took
us
,
those
relatives
who
had
seen
it
but
were
not
shot
,
back
from
the
matadero
up
the
steep
hill
into
the
main
square
of
the
town
.
Nearly
all
were
weeping
but
some
were
numb
with
what
they
had
seen
and
the
tears
had
dried
in
them
.
I
myself
could
not
cry
.
I
did
not
notice
anything
that
passed
for
I
could
only
see
my
father
and
my
mother
at
the
moment
of
the
shooting
and
my
mother
saying
,
‘
Long
live
my
husband
who
was
Mayor
of
this
village
,
’
and
this
was
in
my
head
like
a
scream
that
would
not
die
but
kept
on
and
on
.
For
my
mother
was
not
a
Republican
and
she
would
not
say
,
‘
Viva
la
República
,
’
but
only
Vivamy
father
who
lay
there
,
on
his
face
,
by
her
feet
.
"
But
what
she
had
said
,
she
had
said
very
loud
,
like
a
shriek
and
then
they
shot
and
she
fell
and
I
tried
to
leave
the
line
to
go
to
her
but
we
were
all
tied
.
The
shooting
was
done
by
the
guardia
civil
and
they
were
still
there
waiting
to
shoot
more
when
the
Falangists
herded
us
away
and
up
the
hill
leaving
the
guardias
civiles
leaning
on
their
rifles
and
leaving
all
the
bodies
there
against
the
wall
.
We
were
tied
by
the
wrists
in
a
long
line
of
girls
and
women
and
they
herded
us
up
by
the
hill
and
through
the
streets
to
the
square
and
in
the
square
they
stopped
in
front
of
the
barbershop
which
was
across
the
square
from
the
city
hall
.
"
Then
the
two
men
looked
at
us
and
one
said
,
‘
That
is
the
daughter
of
the
Mayor
,
’
and
the
other
said
,
‘
Commence
with
her
.
’
"
Then
they
cut
the
rope
that
was
on
each
of
my
wrists
,
one
saying
to
others
of
them
,
‘
Tie
up
the
line
,
’
and
these
two
took
me
by
the
arms
and
into
the
barbershop
and
lifted
me
up
and
put
me
in
the
barber
’
s
chair
and
held
me
there
.
"
I
saw
my
face
in
the
mirror
of
the
barbershop
and
the
faces
of
those
who
were
holding
me
and
the
faces
of
three
others
who
were
leaning
over
me
and
I
knew
none
of
their
faces
but
in
the
glass
I
saw
myself
and
them
,
but
they
saw
only
me
.
And
it
was
as
though
one
were
in
the
dentist
’
s
chair
and
there
were
many
dentists
and
they
were
all
insane
.
My
own
face
I
could
hardly
recognize
because
my
grief
had
changed
it
but
I
looked
at
it
and
knew
that
it
was
me
.
But
my
grief
was
so
great
that
I
had
no
fear
nor
any
feeling
but
my
grief
.
"
At
that
time
I
wore
my
hair
in
two
braids
and
as
I
watched
in
the
mirror
one
of
them
lifted
one
of
the
braids
and
pulled
on
it
so
it
hurt
me
suddenly
through
my
grief
and
then
cut
it
off
close
to
my
head
with
a
razor
.
And
I
saw
myself
with
one
braid
and
a
slash
where
the
other
had
been
.
Then
he
cut
off
the
other
braid
but
without
pulling
on
it
and
the
razor
made
a
small
cut
on
my
ear
and
I
saw
blood
come
from
it
.
Canst
thou
feel
the
scar
with
thy
finger
?
"
