My name is Nora. Its my first time in your city, and I need help...
The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of
shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when
he put it to us in this way--marking the points with a lean
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
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