The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building. “I have the right to be here. . But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense.
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