Celeste he knew. Stay! I'll go myself. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. She was finally dead, going to Hell. On beholding the intruders, his fears changed to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as he glared at them, which could only be likened to the cry of some savage denizen of the plains.
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