It was like crushing an exquisite flower. The atmosphere lay heavy as if it had not been disturbed for centuries. Oh, God, London, she thought as the impressions came rushing at her, as if she had forgotten the city existed, never even seen it before. I will see him long before he sees me.
She recoiled from him, close to passing out with terror. If he had not attacked me, if he'd stood aside—or if I had not been in that trance of extreme thirst— all would have been well. It is him, the man I saw in Cambridge, the one who vanished! Good heavens, Karl, do you really know this person? said Elizabeth. His words sent a pang of dread through her.
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