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Ramuntcho soon , and after him Arrochkoa , were acclaimed as victors . And people looked at the two little strangers , so attentive , in the first row , so pretty also with their elegant pink waists , and people said : `` They are the sweethearts of the two good players . '' Then Gracieuse , who heard everything , felt proud of Ramuntcho . Noon . They had been playing for almost an hour . The old wall , with its summit curved like a cupola , was cracking from dryness and from heat , under its paint of yellow ochre . The grand Pyrenean masses , nearer here than at Etchezar , more crushing and more high , dominated from everywhere these little , human groups , moving in a deep fold of their sides .