1) To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o'clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy
seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what
Mr. Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. He would stand upon the corner of an
intersection and peer down long moonlit avenues of sidewalk in four directions,
deciding which way to go, but it really made no difference.
a) 3rd person limited
b) 3rd person objective
c) 3rd person omniscient

Justification: ?