Imadenoanswer，butcontinuedmywork，click，click，withthegravitywhichbecameoneofmyprofession。IallowedatleasthalfaminutetoelapsebeforeIevenliftedupmyeyes。
Agirlofaboutthirteenwasstandingbeforeme；herfeatureswereverypretty，butwithapeculiarexpression；hercomplexionwasaclearolive，andherjetblackhairhungbackuponhershoulders。
Shewasratherscantilydressed，andherarmsandfeetwerebare；
roundherneck，however，wasahandsomestringofcorals，withornamentsofgold；inherhandsheheldabulrush。
’Allalonehere，brother？’saidthegirl，asIlookedup；’allalonehere，inthelane；whereareyourwifeandchildren？’