They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. “I certainly knew him no better than you. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog.
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