英译：
Midnight was striking. The moon that had risen slowly was now at the highes point of the sky. After Manrique had entered the dark cottonwood boulevard that ran along the cloister on the bank of the Duero, he exhaled a restrained yell, that was a strange mixture of surprise, fear and delight.
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