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For a moment there was silence in the hovel, broken only by the wail of the dying man in the corner. Paul and Catrina faced each other -- she white and suddenly breathless, he half frowning. But he did not meet her eyes.
"Paul," she said again, with a lingering touch on the name. The sound of her voice, a rough sort of tenderness in her angry tone, made Steinmetz smile in his grim way, as a man may smile when in pain.