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"The next morning, when Furlong woke and lifted the curtain, the sky looked strange and close with a few, dim stars. In the kitchen, he didn't bother with the kettle or tea, but simply buttered a cut of bread which he ate from his hand before going on, to the yard. Outside, the streets were slick with frost, and his boots, on the pavement, sounded unusually loud, it being so early on a Sunday."