He slowed his steps and admitted into his mind a recognition of the streets he had chosen in his random escape . He had not wanted to know that he was going home to his wife . That , too , was a fogbound alley , but there was no other left to him .
Он замедлил шаги и вспомнил улицы, которые выбрал в своем случайном бегстве. Он не хотел знать, что едет домой к жене. Это тоже был затянутый туманом переулок, но другого у него не осталось.
