’ He grimaced. . ” “What is it that I should plan for in life?” “Life itself is glorious enough. The night was now profoundly dark. . After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. The man’s as obstinate as a mule. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. . “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said.
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