Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Gerald kicked the panelled wall in frustration.
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