Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. Everybody breathed a collective sigh of relief in the neighborhood, no one wanted to see how those kids would grow up. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes.
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