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The day was declining.

The woman seemed to stand out in greater relief against the other two and become more and more beautiful.
I saw the man's silhouette on the faded curtains, his back bent, his head shaking as in a palsy and his neck strained and emaciated.
With a rather awkward movement he drew a case of cigarettes from his pocket and lit a cigarette.
As the eager little light rose and spread like a glittering mask, I saw his ravaged features.