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D’Alcacer，uncomprehending，watchedthescene：theManofFatepuzzledandfiercelikeadisturbedlion，thewhite—robedMoors，themultitudeofhalf—nakedbarbarians，squattingbytheguns，standingbytheloopholesintheimmobilityofanarrangeddisplay。HesawMrs。Traversontheverandahoftheprisoners’
house，ananxiousfigurewithawhitescarfoverherhead。Mr。