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For a moment he thought he saw her, far off, a blonde head in the distance.  He started towards his vision, but had forgotten he was holding the purse he meant to buy for Sadie, and was grabbed by the merchant, who jerking his arm continued muttering something in a language Nathan didn’t understand.  ‘Yeah, yeah,’ he said, thrusting his money at the man, probably three times the cost of the purse, now trying to wade through the crowd, making his way to where he’d seen the head turn, down a street to the left, and then, now nothing.

Planck’s Constant