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Show 58 Then the older woman's arm suddenly appeared out of her window and waved emphatically in the air. All engines were started. And the procession, ordained by the light of a fat bright moon which had just appeared over the Newgate's roof, began to slowly move off. Sparkle was going home. Soon Fogarty could see nothing, not even the procession's tail-lights; but for a long time he could hear the sound of the motorcycle engines, sucking up more and more of the scarce air as Sparkle moved farther and farther down into the hot City night. Then even the sound was gone; and Fogarty knew that he too should go home, go in and try to sleep. He did not think it would be difficult. But for a moment longer he remained where he was, staring at the hazy moon, wondering about invisible stars. |