He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. Life is a patchwork of impressions, of vanishing personalities. She stared. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression.
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