Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. The loneliness of the place somewhat depressed her. He lowered himself on to her. Mrs. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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