Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know. Yes—as he would have liked. “They’d better not,” said Hetty. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes.
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