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Presently light showed through the windows, and after a time the door was thrown open. Fray Felipe stood framed in it, shading a candle with his hand -- a giant of a man now past sixty, but one who had been a power in his time.
"What is all this noise? " he demanded in his deep voice. "And why do you, son of evil, ride your horse on my veranda?"