She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less.
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