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Though
the
night
was
made
for
loving
,
Arid
the
day
returns
too
soon
,
Yet
we
’
ll
go
no
more
a
-
roving
By
the
light
of
the
moon
.
I
listened
,
looking
up
at
the
pattern
that
the
tender
young
leaves
and
the
branches
made
against
the
fresh
blue
sky
.
The
song
finished
.
The
notes
of
the
piano
died
away
.
Then
there
was
a
sound
of
sobbing
.
No
passion
:
softly
,
helplessly
,
forlorn
,
heartbroken
.
Who
she
was
,
whether
it
was
the
singer
or
another
weeping
her
hopes
away
,
I
do
not
know
.
But
to
listen
longer
was
more
than
I
could
endure
.
I
went
quietly
back
into
the
street
,
unable
to
see
anything
more
than
mistily
for
a
while
.
Even
Hyde
Park
Corner
,
when
I
reached
it
,
was
almost
deserted
.
A
few
derelict
cars
and
trucks
stood
about
on
the
roads
.
Very
little
,
it
seemed
,
had
gone
out
of
control
when
it
was
in
motion
.
One
bus
had
run
across
the
path
and
come
to
rest
in
the
Green
Park
;
a
runaway
horse
with
shafts
still
attached
to
it
lay
beside
the
artillery
memorial
against
which
it
had
cracked
its
skull
.
The
only
moving
things
were
a
few
men
and
a
lesser
number
of
women
feeling
their
way
carefully
with
hands
and
feet
where
there
were
railings
and
shuffling
forward
with
protectively
outstretched
arms
where
there
were
not
.
Also
,
and
rather
unexpectedly
,
there
were
one
or
two
cats
,
apparently
intact
visually
and
treating
the
whole
situation
with
that
self
-
possession
common
to
cats
.
They
had
poor
prowling
through
the
eerie
quietness
—
the
sparrows
were
few
,
and
the
pigeons
had
vanished
.
Still
magnetically
drawn
toward
the
old
center
of
things
,
I
crossed
in
the
direction
of
Piccadilly
.
I
was
just
about
to
start
along
it
when
I
noticed
a
sharp
new
sound
—
a
steady
tapping
not
far
away
,
and
coming
closer
.
Looking
up
Park
Lane
,
I
discovered
its
source
.
A
man
,
more
neatly
dressed
than
any
other
I
had
seen
that
morning
,
was
walking
rapidly
toward
me
,
hitting
the
wall
beside
him
with
a
white
stick
.
As
he
caught
the
sound
of
my
steps
he
stopped
,
listening
alertly
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
I
told
him
.
"
Come
on
.
"
I
felt
relieved
to
see
him
.
