I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. "He's about to cross the river. ’ She counted off on her fingers.
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