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The purr of the pages is the only sound we can hear ... prrrut ... prrrut ... prrrut.. . .
The weather has got into us, also. The day has blown hot and cold, wet and dry, light and dark; and now, settling into a uniform dirty whiteness, threatens rain. The sky sags like a wet sheet.
From the asphalt below comes a ka-rup, ka-rup of disciplined iron heels, and a great, strained voice shouts: "Get a hold of the step ! Get a hold of it ! Eff-ite ! Eff-ite ! Eff.. . . Eff'.. . . Eff.. . . EFF.. . . EFF!" It is a squad of Grenadiers being marched to their baths. In this place no man walks. A recruit represents two feet on a brown caterpillar : his paces are measured; his movements are predestined; his day is divided into equal squares. "Eff. ... Eff !" The voice and the footsteps fade ... walking en masse; a community-singing of boots....
From an unknown distance, a flat, sore-sounding bugle blows a melancholy call of unknown significance. From different distances other bugles pick it up. The notes blend. They combine in a strange, sad discord ... a rich weeping of vibrant brass. Then, right under the window, a little grim boy puts a bugle to his lips, puffs his cheeks, and blows. The red, yellow, and blue tassels on his coppery bugle hardly stir. A gathered flush empties out of his neck and face, into the mouthpiece, round the coil, and out in a great trembling note. He sounds the call again. Two scared swallows flutter from the roof. Simultaneously, a flat loud-mouthed bell in the clock-tower clangs an hour; and sliding down a slanting wind comes a rattling volley of raindrops.

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