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He
was
,
so
to
speak
,
normally
blind
.
His
dark
glasses
were
much
less
disturbing
than
the
staring
but
useless
eyes
of
the
others
.
"
Stand
still
,
then
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
already
been
bumped
into
by
God
knows
how
many
fools
today
.
What
the
devil
’
s
happened
?
Why
is
it
so
quiet
?
I
know
it
isn
’
t
night
—
I
can
feel
the
sunlight
.
What
’
s
gone
wrong
with
everything
?
"
I
told
him
as
much
as
I
knew
of
what
had
happened
.
When
I
had
finished
he
said
nothing
for
almost
a
minute
,
then
he
gave
a
short
,
bitter
laugh
.
"
There
’
s
one
thing
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
’
ll
be
needing
all
their
damned
patronage
for
themselves
now
.
"
With
that
he
straightened
up
,
a
little
defiantly
.
"
Thank
you
.
Good
luck
,
"
he
said
to
me
,
and
set
off
westward
wearing
an
exaggerated
air
of
independence
.
The
sound
of
his
briskly
confident
tapping
gradually
died
away
behind
me
as
I
made
my
way
up
Piccadilly
.
There
were
more
people
to
be
seen
now
,
and
I
walked
among
the
scatter
of
stranded
vehicles
in
the
road
.
Out
there
I
was
much
less
disturbing
to
those
who
were
feeling
their
way
along
the
fronts
of
the
buildings
,
for
every
time
they
heard
a
step
close
by
they
would
stop
and
brace
themselves
against
a
possible
collision
.
Such
collisions
were
taking
place
every
now
and
then
all
down
the
street
,
but
there
was
one
that
I
found
significant
.
The
subjects
of
it
had
been
groping
along
a
shop
front
from
opposite
directions
until
they
met
with
a
bump
.
One
was
a
young
man
in
a
well
-
cut
suit
,
but
wearing
a
tie
obviously
selected
by
touch
alone
;
the
other
,
a
woman
who
carried
a
small
child
.
The
child
whined
something
in
-
audible
.
