Dom Casmurro

by Machado de Assis

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CXXI - The Catastrophe

At the best of them, I heard footsteps on the stairs, the bell rang, clapping, blows in the cancella, voices, all came, I went myself. I was a slave of Sancha's house who called me:

"To go there ... a little swimming, a little dying."

He did not say anything else, or I did not hear the rest. I dressed, left word for CapitĂș, and ran to Flamengo.

On the way, I was guessing the truth. Escobar went swimming, as he used to do, ventured a little harder than usual, despite the rough sea, was curled up and died. The canoes who came in poorly were able to bring him the corpse.


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