To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. A door in this house opened upon the yard. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go.
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