Toledo
"You might have been murdered in that dark alley." A girl was leaning from the window, shaken with laughter, taking aim with a bucket she swung with both hands.
"Stop," cried Telemachus, "it's the other. . . ."
As he spoke a column of cold water struck his head, knocked his breath out, drenched him.
"Speaking of gestures. . . ." whispered Lyaeus breathlessly from the doorway where he was crouching, and the street was filled with uncontrollable shrieking laughter.
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