It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge. . . Only I am not an acquaintance at all. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns.
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