City of Glass

Someone tapped him on the arm, and as Qui

It was now past five o’clock. Qui

After that, a strange thing happened. Qui

He looked at her face again, trying to hear the words she was sounding out in her head, watching her eyes as they darted back and forth across the page. He must have been looking too hard, for a moment later she turned to him with an irritated expression on her face and said "You a got problem mister?"

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The girl shrugged. "I've read better and I've read worse."

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The girl shrugged again and cracked her gum loudly. "Sort of. There's a part where the detective gets lost that's kind of scary.

"Is he a smart detective?"

"Yeah, he's smart. But he talks too much."

"You'd like more action?"

"I guess so."

"If you don't like it, why do you go on reading?"

"I don't know." The girl shrugged once again. "It passes the time, I guess. Anyway, it's no big deal. It's just a book."

He was about to tell her who he was, but then he realized that it made no difference. The girl was beyond hope. For five years he had kept William Wilson's identity a secret, and he wasn't about to give it away now, least of all to an imbecile stranger. Still, it was painful, and he struggled desperately to swallow. his pride. Rather than punch the girl in, the face, he abruptly stood up from his seat and walked away.

At six-thirty he posted himself in front of gate twenty-four. The train was due to arrive on time, and from his vantage in the center of the doorways Qui

The train pulled into the station, and Qui

The train was crowded, and as the passengers started filling the ram I p and walking toward him, they quickly became a mob. Qui

With about half the passengers now gone, Qui

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