As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. “Indeed,” she said, “it was very fortunate that I should have met you this afternoon. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables.
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