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Chapter 10

           "‘Whatdoesitmatter?’hesaid.‘Lookatthem.Lookatthempray.

           "Hisbreathonmynecksmelledlikethesmellofthemob,sour,likevomitonpavingstonesandthesmellofdrunkenness,andthenheputhismouthagainsttheopeninginthebarswithhisheadovermyshoulder,andshouted,‘Openup!Open!’anditwasasthoughthemobwereonmybackasadevilisonyourbackinadream.

           "Nowthemobwaspressedtightagainstthedoorsothatthoseinfrontwerebeingcrushedbyalltheotherswhowerepressingandfromthesquareabigdrunkardinablacksmockwithared-and-blackhandkerchiefaroundhisneck,ranandthrewhimselfagainstthepressofthemobandfellforwardontothepressingmenandthenstoodupandbackedawayandthenranforwardagainandthrewhimselfagainstthebacksofthosemenwhowerepushing,shouting,‘LonglivemeandlongliveAnarchy.

           "AsIwatched,thismanturnedawayfromthecrowdandwentandsatdownanddrankfromabottleandthen,whilehewassittingdown,hesawDonAnastasio,whowasstilllyingfacedownonthestones,butmuchtramplednow,andthedrunkardgotupandwentovertoDonAnastasioandleanedoverandpouredoutofthebottleontotheheadofDonAnastasioandontohisclothes,andthenhetookamatchboxoutofhispocketandlitseveralmatches,tryingtomakeafirewithDonAnastasio.ButthewindwasblowinghardnowanditblewthematchesoutandafteralittlethebigdrunkardsattherebyDonAnastasio,shakinghisheadanddrinkingoutofthebottleandeveryonceinawhile,leaningoverandpattingDonAnastasioontheshouldersofhisdeadbody.

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