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CHAPTER XIII
11/19

Standing on one of the bridges, I never knew which, I looked down at the slow green water.

As I stood a municipal guard passed me with a suspicious glance.

The clocks of the city struck six in a solemn jangle of tones.

The boats were moving on the river--the great unwieldy barges as big as a ship.

The streets were now astir.


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