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the running of the water and the rolling of the Fancy Ball-when
the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted
on with the steadfastness of Fate. The water of the fountain ran, the
swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city
ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man,
the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the
Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course.