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Ihe man trudged along the pavement with his hands clasped behind him and his eyes on the ground. The night life of the Hay-market swirled around him. Lights winked in coffee-house windows. Laughter, song, and abuse boomed from public houses. Carriages thronged the street, blocking one another's way and setting off shouting matches between the drivers. Street-sellers hawked fruit, nuts, oysters, or gingerbread and kidney pies served hot from little portable stoves. A one-man band performed on one corner, a lantern-lit puppet show on another. Ragged boys circled the spectators, on the watch for something to steal. The man plodded on, starting nervously whenever a raucous barker tried to lure him into a theatre or shop. Gaudily dressed girls angled for his attention, but he hurried past them, shaking his head. |