He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge; and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to Waterloo. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. . “I might have muddled for a time.
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