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He
wiped
away
the
sleep
from
his
eyes
and
took
stock
of
himself
,
pleased
to
notice
that
he
had
at
least
taken
off
his
shoes
and
jacket
before
he
had
fallen
asleep
.
His
shirtfront
was
covered
with
dried
blood
and
with
dirt
.
The
homeless
girl
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
She
looked
bad
:
pale
,
beneath
the
grime
and
brown
dried
blood
,
and
small
.
She
was
dressed
in
a
variety
of
clothes
thrown
over
each
other
:
odd
clothes
,
dirty
velvets
,
muddy
lace
,
rips
and
holes
through
which
other
layers
and
styles
could
be
seen
.
She
looked
,
Richard
thought
,
as
if
she
’
d
done
a
midnight
raid
on
the
History
of
Fashion
section
of
the
Victoria
and
Albert
Museum
,
and
was
still
wearing
everything
she
’
d
taken
.
Her
short
hair
was
filthy
,
but
looked
like
it
might
have
been
a
dark
reddish
color
under
the
dirt
.
"
You
’
re
awake
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
Whose
barony
is
this
?
"
asked
the
girl
.
"
Whose
fiefdom
?
"
"
Um
.
Sorry
?
"
She
looked
around
her
suspiciously
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
"
Newton
Mansions
,
Little
Comden
Street
.
.
.
"
He
stopped
.
She
had
opened
the
curtains
,
blinking
at
the
cold
daylight
.
The
girl
stared
out
at
the
rather
ordinary
view
from
Richard
’
s
window
,
astonished
,
peering
wide
-
eyed
at
the
cars
and
the
buses
and
the
tiny
sprawl
of
shops
—
a
bakery
,
a
drugstore
and
a
liquor
store
—
below
them
.
"
I
’
m
in
London
Above
,
"
she
said
,
in
a
small
voice
.
"
Yes
,
you
’
re
in
London
,
"
said
Richard
.
Above
what
?
he
wondered
.
"
I
think
maybe
you
were
in
shock
or
something
last
night
.
That
is
a
nasty
cut
on
your
arm
.
"
He
waited
for
her
to
say
something
,
to
explain
.
She
glanced
at
him
,
and
then
looked
back
down
at
the
buses
and
the
shops
.
Richard
continued
:
"
I
,
um
,
found
you
on
the
pavement
.
There
was
a
lot
of
blood
.
"
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
"
she
said
,
seriously
.
"
Most
of
the
blood
was
someone
else
’
s
.
"
She
let
the
curtain
fall
back
.
Then
she
began
to
unwrap
the
scarf
,
now
bloodstained
and
crusted
,
from
her
arm
.
She
examined
the
cut
and
made
a
face
.
"
We
’
re
going
to
have
to
do
something
about
this
,
"
she
said
.
"
Do
you
want
to
give
me
a
hand
?
"
