The last man in London came to the wall by the riverin an ancient cloak that was one of those that once my friends had worn, and peered over the edge to see that I still . Then he went, and I never saw men again: they had .
A few days after the last man had birds London, all the birds that sing. When they first saw me they all looked sideways at me, then they went away a little and ong themselves.
Some say that the terrible the three , and that their very mules were dripping with it, and that they were the city by hunger, but suggest no better so .
