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The sky was just beginning to be tinted with shades of opal -- a few stars still shone feebly here and there in the gloomy depths of the sky. It was about half past three in the morning.
Within the _locanda_ men and animals were sleeping that calm sleep which precedes sunrise. Not a sound, save at intervals the barking of a dog baying at the moon, broke the silence that brooded over the pueblo of San Jose.