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A monotonous ebb and flow of life, punctuated by sudden flares of fight. Then a long, mournful wail and silence. His bow still on the strings, José sat for a minute like a stone image, his eyes straight ahead, his pale face drawn, his red kerchief glowing dully in the semishadow like a cap of blood.
Why, they're doing fine! I brought the girls down " Then in the semishadow of the room, across Mrs. Hoden's bed, Diane Sampson and Steele faced each other. That was a moment! Having seen her face then I would not have missed sight of it for anything I could name; never so long as memory remained with me would I forget. She did not speak. Sally, however, bowed and spoke to the Ranger.
A voice bade him enter. Ah, it was the German-American, whose papers had puzzled his excellency. "You wished to see me, Herr Grumbach?" "Yes," said Grumbach, offering a chair. Hermann accepted the courtesy with dignity. His host drew up another chair to the opposite side of the reading-table. The light overhead put both faces in a semishadow. "You are Hermann Breunner," began Grumbach. "Yes."
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