She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. The opiate has done its duty. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. He is coming here to tea. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow.
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