"I'm going to kill him. I am just going to kill him," she said, in
measured accents which still ring in my ears
The bookbinder's wife, the retired soldier, and I ran after her,
imploring her not to risk her life on such a foolhardy errand, but
she took no heed of us
"Foolish woman! You don't even know who did it," urged the
soldier
"I'll find out!" she answered
The bookbinder's wife seized her by an arm, but she shook her off.
I pleaded with her with tears in my eyes
"Go back," she said to me, trying to be gentle while her eyes were
lit with an ominous look
These were the last words I ever heard her utter
Fifteen minutes later she was carried into our basement
unconscious. Her face was bruised and swollen and the back of
her head was broken. She died the same evening
I have never been able to learn the ghastly details of her death. The
police and an examining magistrate were said to be investigating
the case, but nothing came of it
There was no lack of excitement among the Jews of Antomir. The
funeral was expected to draw a vast crowd.
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