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But nothing ever escapes the gaze of the black spirits 

 of the barranca, and soon a vulture swoops close, 

 craning: its neck and leerino: at the lizard to see if 



perchance its ally, Death, has not passed here and 

 provided a repast. In an instant the lizard is up full 

 height, and with mouth wide open it sways from side 

 to side, then throws its head up and down, snapping 



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