16/19 I pushed open a shutter and looked about me. The rooms were not only unoccupied, but unfurnished! The walls and floors were utterly bare! Not a sign of human occupancy existed. I hastened out to the little walk, and looked up and down the street, to satisfy myself that I had made no mistake. No, this was the number--this was the place. Not a stick of the furniture existed, nor was there any trace either of haste or deliberation in this removal. |