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. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. The flat was apparently empty. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions.
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