Pero en la tarde, cuando vió venir por el camino a unos señores vestidos de negro, fúnebres pajarracos con alas de papel arrolladas bajo el brazo, ya no dudó. Aquel era el enemigo. Iban a robarle.

-Vicente Blasco Ibáñez

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