A Son of Two Cities
No sooner had he laid his head on the pillow that he was fast asleep. His insomnia of the night before, his great fatigue on the sailing date, and the ship’s swaying in the waves—all combined to immerse him in a deep sleep.
Well-groomed and nicely dressed, he hastened through the city streets, heading towards Jerusalem’s Old City. [ . . . ]
He…
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