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There was no clock in the church, but they felt as if everything was counting down. The ticking sound echoed in their minds, as if each stroke of Turner’s brush would pull a long-dead friend from their memories.
Dickens, sitting on the pew, could no longer bear the scene. He stood up and said to his friends beside him, "It’s too stuffy in here. Why don’t we go out for a walk?"
Great Dumas took a deep breath, stood up, and said, "Let’s go out for a smoke. By the way, Louis, d ...
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