The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking at her windows. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points and the beam. Everyone has gone away again, so that I can do so all alone. ” He called for a hansom.
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