looking right behind her. She wore a faded look, from her dust-coloured hair to her boots, which wanted blacking.
"It all seems so wide," she began; "so wide
"I'm going west," said the man, and started at a slow walk. Eve followed, a pace behind his heels, treading almost in his tracks. He went on, taking no notice of her.
"How long were you in there?" she asked, after a while.
"Ten year'." Adam spoke without looking back. "'Cumulated jobs, you know."
"I was only two. Blankets it was with me. They recommended me to mercy."
"You got it," Adam commented, with his eyes fastened ahead.
The fog followed them as they turned into a street full of traffic. Its frayed edge rose and sank, was parted and joined again—now descending to the first-storey windows and blotting out the cabmen and passengers on omnibus tops, now rolling up and over the parapets of the houses and the sky-signs. It was noticeable that
