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Some sort of strange, humid day. . . . Some sort of day with a ragged sun and low, dark clouds, like threads of smoke, already happened once before in the past: in distant years long ago, when our…
On his way home Gurdweill tried without success to find the reason for Lotte’s strange behaviour. He went over everything he had said in her house in his mind: there was nothing that could have…