Miss Munch assented with an alarmingly sweet smile. Claire walked briskly down California Street toward the ferry-building. No rain had fallen, but the air was full of ominous promise. The wind was even brisker than it had been in the morning, and its breath almost tropically moist. "At sundown it will simply pour," thought Claire, as she exchanged fifty cents for a ticket to Yolanda.
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