He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. Thames sat with Winifred's hand clasped in his own, and commenced a recital of his adventures, which may be briefly told. They were really very fine and abundant, with a blaze of perennial sunflowers behind them.
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