“He walked on in
silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a
deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as
mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was
amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever
it was would certainly awaken soon.”
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