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He ignored her a moment longer, running to the window and looking out across the plaza. The doors of the church were closed, but from the windows streamed hot lead, and from all parts of the plaza, and from the rear outside, hostiles were firing at every aperture.
"Twill not last much longer," he said, laughing again, and then turned from the window and confronted the girl.