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occurred at intervals and then together, joining with the pulses in the air like a terrible autumn storm.
“They are murdering the Jews!” an old man with a pleasant expression on his face was saying with satisfaction. Saying this, he rubbed his small, dry hands, and added:
“They are doing well.”
I went towards this side from where came the cries, obedient to their fatal power, which now had influence over me. I was not the only person affected in this way. I noticed that this noise re-acted upon the crowd surrounding me, exciting it to such degree that it seemed to be a storm-tossed sea. The faces surrounding me expressed rage and brutality, and their eyes I saw glittered wildly, and the whole of this moving mob threw itself forward in a compact mass, ready to shatter and destroy anything which happened to stand
