A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. “I was born there. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. ‘I knew I should find you still here.
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