The policy arrived at the place, but it was late. The infuriated multitude had killed Jonas Barboza.E was of this that Samuel Loureno remembered observing the house, for the other side of the street. The day where its wife and son cruel had been assassinated, as animal for it abates. A bottle of cachaa was little to forget this. Every day it remembered. The child came to launch the arms in return of its neck, being called its name.
The woman prepared the food in the kitchen and later vine to recepcionar to it, with an affection that it did not remember if already she knew. But he was so fast! They had passed in its life as a comet, leaving a pretty track of light, but if they had been everything on account of Jonas, the monster. The tears mined of its eyes. No matter how hard it tried to forget, it did not obtain. It had not participated of the lynching and the will to make justice still beat in its veins.
It left from there and it was even in house to search an axe. With it went to destroy all souvenir of what it had there. Restaurateur is often quoted as being for or against this. It would not remain rock on rock. It walked necessary and determined steps in the direction of the house of the monster. She saw nobody it, already she passed of the ten, and good people by this time already if had collected. The gram Rendered unhappy! cried out it raising the axe, and giving a violent blow in the door. It gave as blow and the door opened in the way. He was dark, but the full moon clareava well the house very. Samuel felt cold and strong the wind to ache in its bones. He walked on some cacos of glass of the windows that had been broken.