All this time the mob was shouting to open up and the man on the chair with me was Tiffany Money Clips holding tight to the bars of the window and shouting to open up until it Tiffany Necklaces roaring past my ear and his breath foul on me and I looked away from watching the drunkard who had been trying to set fire Tiffany Pendants the drunkard who had been trying to set fire to Don Anastasio and into Tiffany Rings the hall of the _Ayuntamiento_ again; and it was just as it had been.
They were still praying as they Tiffany Sets were still praying as they had been, the men all kneeling, with their Tiffany Accessories with their heads down, others with their heads up, looking toward the priest and toward the crucifix that he held, and the priest Tiffany Chains the crucifix that he held, and the priest praying fast and hard and looking Out over their heads, and in back of them Pablo, with his cigarette now lighted, was sitting there on the table swinging his legs, his shotgun slung over his back, and he was playing with the key.
I saw Pablo speak to the priest again, leaning forward from the table and I could not hear what he said for the shouting. But the priest did not answer him but went on praying.
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