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And
in
a
thousand
villas
,
in
the
middle
of
the
night
,
women
awoke
,
screaming
.
They
had
to
be
soothed
while
the
tears
ran
down
their
faces
,
"
There
,
there
.
Sleep
What
’
s
wrong
?
A
dream
?
"
"
Something
terrible
will
happen
in
the
morning
.
"
"
Nothing
can
happen
,
all
is
well
with
us
.
"
A
hysterical
sobbing
.
"
It
is
coming
nearer
and
nearer
and
nearer
!
"
"
Nothing
can
happen
to
us
.
What
could
?
Sleep
now
.
Sleep
.
"
It
was
quiet
in
the
deep
morning
of
Mars
,
as
quiet
as
a
cool
and
black
well
,
with
stars
shining
in
the
canal
waters
,
and
,
breathing
in
every
room
,
the
children
curled
with
their
spiders
in
closed
hands
,
the
lovers
arm
in
arm
,
the
moons
gone
,
the
torches
cold
,
the
stone
amphitheaters
deserted
.
The
only
sound
,
just
before
dawn
,
was
a
night
watchman
,
far
away
down
a
lonely
street
,
walking
along
in
the
darkness
,
humming
a
very
strange
song
…
Whoever
was
knocking
at
the
door
didn
’
t
want
to
stop
.
Mrs
.
Ttt
threw
the
door
open
.
"
Well
?
"
"
You
speak
English
!
"
The
man
standing
there
was
astounded
.
