Spurling in alarm. I might have known it. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Montague Hill. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. “He sees through it all. " "You, Miss Enschede?"—frankly astonished that one stranger should offer succour to another.
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