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Autumn was with us. The way to the British Museum was sodden with the last of the plane leaves. Permanent twilight seemed to have settled on us. We plodded along. Zarl was overcome with wanderlust.
"Here we sit like the outdated models at Mme Tussaud's," she would exclaim, "prematurely in the dim twilight of our lives, and we ought to be starting now on that thousand mile trek by reindeer from Verkoyansk back to Bulun to see the ice break on the Lena."