She heard one man give a cry of triumph and then, as he pushed back his chair, she knew that he was coming to her.
She stood frozen with her back against a wall.
The horror and humiliation of it all seeped through her so that it was impossible to breathe.
There were heavy footsteps and the door of her cell was flung open.
He was a big swarthy-looking man with long arms and his face was so ugly that it was almost grotesque.
She could see him quite clearly in the light from the other room and it flashed through her mind that she must die and die quickly.
Then there was a sudden crash as the outer door of the hut was being forced open.
The man facing Silva turned round.
As he did so, his hand went to his belt where there was a pistol, but before he could grasp it, shots rang out.
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