Chapter 11

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​⁠A misting rain was being swirled about by a temperish wind as Larry came out into the little street. Down toward the river the one gaslight glowed faintly like an expiring nebula; all the little shops were closed; home lights gleamed behind the curtained windows which the storm had closed; so that the street was now a little canyon of uncertain shadows.

Larry had not needed to think to know that Ga