You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. I think that I will tell you. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. Once again the cavalcade was in motion, and winding its way by St. "Ay. Anna raised her eyes. Opals.
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