And, Senlin neglected to say, he was increasingly worried that home was where he would find Marya, long since returned by some easy means he’d failed to imagine. She was probably enduring all sorts of gossip and speculation. What had she told their neighbors? That her new husband had abandoned her? That she was perhaps a widow? What choice did he have but to go home? He was running out of money, and his ticket wouldn’t be honored forever. If only he could afford to fly, he could bypass the whole slog back down the Tower! “I am going home,” Tarrou said, chin on his chest. “I’m serious.” “So am
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