'—'They can't,' says I. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. ’ He nodded. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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