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102  In flames. I've just seen it fall.  In flames?  A flaming ball of fire. [A low murmur, half moan, half growl.  God pity the poor brave souls who have perished in it!  And God punish the incarnate fiends who killed them! [The sound of cheering comes from without—faint and far away—as if the whole city were shouting in joy.] Listen! Shouting, cheering, rejoicing!  Yet we are " the barbarians"! [Derisive laughter about the table.  Come, let us get on then. Has Margaret arrived?

 Not yet, sir.  Where are your aunt and Freda?  In auntie's bedroom.