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Martin still sat a long while at the window.
"Here time has stood still," Henrik Rissler had said. "Yes, he was right. Here it stood still, time. It is by changes that one measures the course of time; I have nothing to measure it with. I shouldn't even know it was Saturday today if I didn't hear the tramping down there."