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"
I
think
there
’
s
something
going
on
at
the
gates
.
"
We
parked
the
car
and
climbed
into
an
adjoining
garden
whence
we
could
prospect
discreetly
.
Whatever
was
going
on
was
right
at
the
front
.
We
managed
to
find
a
slightly
higher
mound
which
gave
us
a
view
of
the
gates
across
the
heads
of
the
crowd
.
On
this
side
a
man
in
a
cap
was
talking
volubly
through
the
bars
.
He
did
not
appear
to
be
making
a
lot
of
headway
,
for
the
part
taken
in
the
conversation
by
the
man
on
the
other
side
of
the
gates
consisted
almost
entirely
of
negative
headshakes
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
Josella
asked
in
a
whisper
.
I
helped
her
up
beside
me
.
The
talkative
man
turned
so
that
we
had
a
glimpse
of
his
profile
.
He
was
,
I
judged
,
about
thirty
,
with
a
straight
,
narrow
nose
and
rather
bony
features
.
What
showed
of
his
hair
was
dark
,
but
it
was
the
intensity
of
his
manner
that
was
more
noticeable
than
his
appearance
.
As
the
colloquy
through
the
gates
continued
to
get
nowhere
,
his
voice
became
louder
and
more
emphatic
—
though
without
visible
effect
on
the
other
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
that
the
man
beyond
the
gates
was
able
to
see
;
he
was
doing
so
watchfully
,
through
born
-
rimmed
glasses
.
A
few
yards
behind
him
stood
a
little
knot
of
three
more
men
about
whom
there
was
equally
little
doubt
.
They
,
too
,
were
regarding
the
crowd
and
its
spokesman
with
careful
attention
.
The
man
on
our
side
grew
more
heated
.
His
voice
rose
as
if
he
were
talking
as
much
for
the
benefit
of
the
crowd
as
for
those
behind
the
railings
.
"
Now
listen
to
me
,
"
he
said
angrily
.
"
These
people
here
have
got
just
as
much
bloody
right
to
live
as
you
have
,
haven
’
t
they
?
It
’
s
not
their
fault
they
’
re
blind
,
is
it
?
It
’
s
nobody
’
s
fault
—
but
it
’
s
going
to
be
your
fault
if
they
starve
,
and
you
know
it
.
"
His
voice
was
a
curious
mixture
of
the
rough
and
the
educated
,
so
that
it
was
hard
to
place
him
—
as
though
neither
style
seemed
quite
natural
to
him
,
somehow
.
"
I
’
ve
been
showing
them
where
to
get
food
.
I
’
ve
been
doing
what
I
can
for
them
,
but
,
Christ
,
there
’
s
only
one
of
me
,
and
there
’
s
thousands
of
them
.
You
could
be
showing
‘
em
where
to
get
food
,
too
—
but
are
you
?
—
hell
!
What
are
you
doing
about
it
?
Damn
all
,
that
’
s
what
.
Just
look
after
your
own
lousy
skins
.
I
’
ve
met
your
kind
before
.
It
’
s
‘
Damn
you
,
Jack
,
I
’
m
all
right
’
—
that
’
s
your
motto
.
"
