‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head. ‘You have no need to be afraid of us. His grip twisted her wrist. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. 1.
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