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From Friday night until Tuesday morning the fog lay on London, an immovable yellow bank. It was perhaps a little thicker in the neighbourhood of Deptford than elsewhere, for the river is close at hand. It was weather which suited Mr. Berry admirably, for it offered an excuse to go out.
For the girl who shared his lot, that period was one of mental torture; and when at last he had persuaded his host that no danger would attend his going out, she was heartily glad.