Before Arcadio had time toread she let go with the first
blow of the lash. I dare you
to, murderer! she shouted.
And kill me too, son of an
evil mother. That way I wont
have the eyes to weep for the
shame of having raised a
monster. Whipping him
without mercy, she chased
him to the back of the
courtyard, where Arcadio
curled up like a snail in its
shell. Don Apolinar Moscote