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The nights following the revolution on the islandwere passed by the town in great anxiety. Dogsbarked, house doors creaked, and the citizens keptemerging into the streets, knocking on the fences withsticks, and letting every one know how valiant theywere. The town knew that a band of shivering andhungry folk was roaming through the streets, coldand wet, in the raw darkness of the rainy night, andrealising full well that only harsh feelings could existin the hearts of these people toward it, the townput itself on guard and answered these sentimentswith threats. And, as if on purpose, the nights nowfell upon the earth in the midst of torrents of coldrain, and passed away leaving low-flying clouds hangingclose above the ground. And the wind bellowed[103]in the heart of the evil weather, shaking the tree-tops,thundering against the walls, and chanting tome in my bed of the dozens of human creatures deprivedof warmth, with no roof over their heads.
They walked along aide by side. The autumn stars had come out, incredible in number and brilliance, twinkling and almost blinking because of the dust stirred up by the earthquake and the wind, so that the whole sky seemed to tremble, a shaking of diamond chips, a scintillation of sunlight on a black sea. Under that uneasy splendor the hills were dark and solid, the roofs hard-edged, the light of the street lamps mild.