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34 It was now nine o'clock and the hour of nightfall.

All at once there was heard a banging and snorting of musical instruments.

Torches drew nigh out of the darkness keeping step with the cadenced measure of open-air serenades, and their curious gleam shed into the half-shadow of the large apartments a strange reddishness like the uncertain light of an aurora borealis.