Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour

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people of their class), she was wary of being trapped underground; better to be out in the open, where she could run, if she had to.
On and on she walked, and the streets became darker and emptier. It was drizzling, but even if there'd been no clouds the He was looking down a side road to the left. Sure enough, a patch of dark glimmer showed open water, and when they cautiously went to look, they found a canal basin where a dozen or so barges were tied up at the wharves, some high in the water, some low and laden city sky was too tainted with light to show the stars. Pantalaimon thought they were going north, but who could tell?Endless streets of little identical brick houses, with big enough for a dustbin; great gaunt factories behind wire fences, with one anbaric light glowing bleakly high up on a wall and a night watchman snoozing by his brazier; occasionally a dismal oratory, only distinguished from a warehouse by the crucifix outside. Once she tried the door of one of these places, only to hear a groan from the bench a foot away in the darkness. She realized that the porch was full of sleeping figures, and fled."Where we going to sleep, Pan?" she said as they trudged down a street of closed and shuttered shops."A doorway somewhere.""Don't want to be seen though. They're all so open.""There's a canal down there...."