FERMINA DAZA could not have imagihat her letter, in-spired by blind rage, would have been interpreted by Florentino Ariza as a love letter. She had put into it all the fury of which she was capable, her crudest words, the most wounding, most unjust vilifica-tions, which still seemed minuscule to her in light of the enormity of the offe was the final a a bitter exorcism through which she was attempting to e to terms with her new situation. She wao be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a tury of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity. She was a ghost in a strange house that ht had bee immense and solitary and through which she wandered with-out purpose, asking herself in anguish which of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.
She could not avoid a profound feeling of rancor toward her hus-ba……（内容加载失败！）
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