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Chapter 7
Theysealedhimhermeticallyinaspecialcoffinsevenandahalffeetlongandfourfeetwide,reinforcedinsidewithironplatesandfastenedtogetsteelbolts,andeventhenthesmellcouldbeperceivedonthestreetsthroughwhichthefuneralprocessionpassed.FatherNicanor,withhisliverenlargedandtightasadrum,gavehimhisblessingfrombed.Althoughinthemonthsthatfollowedtheyreinforcedthegravewithwallsaboutit,betweenwhichtheythrewcompressedash,sawdust,andquicklime,thecemeterystillsmelledofpowderformanyyearsafter,untiltheengineersfromthebananacompanycoveredthegraveoverwithashellofconcrete.Assoonastheytookthebodyout,Rebecaclosedthedoorsofherhouseandburiedherselfalive,coveredwithathickcrustofdisdainthatnoearthlytemptationwaseverabletobreak.Shewentoutintothestreetononeoccasion,whenshewasveryold,withshoesthecolorofoldsilverandahatmadeoftinyflowers,duringthetimethattheWanderingJewpassedthroughtownandbroughtonaheatwavethatwassointensethatbirdsbrokethroughwindowscreenstocometodieinthebedrooms.Thelasttimeanyonesawheralivewaswhenwithoneshotshekilledathiefwhowastryingtoforcethedoorofherhouse.ExceptforArgénida,herservantandconfidante,nooneeverhadanymorecontactwithherafterthat.AtonetimeitwasdiscoveredthatshewaswritingletterstotheBishop,whomsheclaimedasafirstcousin.butitwasneversaidwhethershereceivedanyreply.Thetownforgotabouther.
