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The men poured in a black crowd out into the night.

As Olva stepped into the darkness he knew that the terror was only now beginning for him.
Standing there now with no sorrow, remorse, repentance, nevertheless he knew that all night, alone in his room, he would be fighting with devils.

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Bunning, nervously, stammered--"If you don't mind--I think I'm going round for a minute." Olva nodded good-night.