The Opposite House: A Novel — page 94: what you’re looking at

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The Opposite House. 89 a glass dish. He took two of the bills and slipped them into his pocket. “T’ve borrowed some spending money, Heloise,” he called through the keyhole. “I’m dead broke.” He received no answer and left the room. He was soon standing outside in the storm and darkness. The rain beat into his face, the wind tore at his cloak, and the flickering street-lamp cast his shadow in long black outlines on the wet pave- nent as he glided noiselessly along in the shadow of the houses like a gloomy spectre of the night. Comicbdooks.c©