La señorita Worthington no encontraría su épico final en el frío beso de un puñal, al pie de un acantilado o a manos de un bandolero cabreado. No. Moriría arrollada por un gorrino de la sierra, con los pololos a la altura de los tobillos.

-Libertad Delgado

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