and one little dog, which was cocking its leg against a lamp-post, looked as if it had been stuffed that way.
Lifeless as a photograph, the city rang to the hurrying footsteps of the men in gray.
Momo followed them cautiously, fearful of being spotted, but she needn't have worried.
Their headlong flight was proving so arduous and exhausting that they had ceased to notice anything any more.
Unaccustomed to running so far and so fast, they panted and gasped for breath,
grimly clenching their teeth on the little gray cigars that kept them in existence.
More than one of them let his cigar fall while running and vanished into thin air before he could retrieve it.
But their companions in misfortune represented an even greater threat.
Such was the desperation of those whose own cigars were almost finished
that many of them snatched the butts from their neighbours' mouths, so their numbers slowly but steadily dwindled.
Those who still had a small store of cigars in their briefcases were careful to conceal them from the others,
because the have-nots kept hurling themselves at the haves and trying to wrest their precious possessions from them.
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