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Tonio brought the news after dinner with the turgid mix he called / coffee. "Concepcion says," he remarked, "that there has been a battle / beyond Cienaga and all the insurgents have been destroyed. But / Concepcion is a liar anyway, and does the señor wish me to open another / tin of milk? There is no more fresh. The cow is dead."
Fellowes lifted his head with a jerk from the sticky leather cushion / where he had just laid it, too tired even to swear. "Hello! say that / again."