Word: twilighter
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...twilight the machine guns on the walls were quiet, still waiting. A thousand people and a regiment of militia were at the gates. An airplane droned overhead. Death came for the rioters across the yard, up into the cell block, past the barricades which they had piled up with mattresses, chairs, beds at corners where they could shoot down a corridor two ways and back up to a stairway. Troopers told a convict named Johnson, who was helping them, to pull a mattress off a barricade. A bullet stopped Johnson when he took his first step. A bullet stopped Captain...
Aguilar Lutes. Some years ago a Spanish gentleman, by name Don Francisco Aguilar, was returning home after one of his days spent as royal physician at the Court of young King Alfonso. Passing through one of Madrid's ancient, crooked streets in the still twilight, he stopped to listen to a blind musician. The man's face was tinted and seamed like a Rembrandt burgomaster's. The instrument on which he played was even more unusual. Most people would have called it an outlandish guitar or mandolin. But Don Francisco, cultivated, scholarly, knew it for a lute...
Jean Frenchman and his sturdy wife are supposed to shrug at politics, but one twilight last week they swallowed their soupe a l'oignon early, then turned out at least 10,000 strong to wait in chattering throngs around the Chamber of Deputies...
...uniformed soldier in his cortege, which was led by members of his Leipzig student corps, bearing his student cap, which now lies with him in his grave. The funeral's pace was set by the dull thudding "Death March" from Gö;tterdämmerung (The Twilight of the Gods*), interrupted by low, whining air planes from which whipped taut black streamers. One automobile was in the procession, that of Widow Stresemann. Led by grizzled President von Hindenburg, who left the sad line at the Foreign Office, other mourners stalked solemnly afoot to the graveyard...
...counselor of the German Embassy, took Dr. Eckener by plane to Washington to exchange respects with President Hoover and Cabinet officers. As soon as courtesy visits could be paid. Dr. Eckener rushed by motor to Dr. Kiep's home where gemutlich he snuggled into a featherbed and slept from twilight to dawn, his first careless sleep in three weeks...