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Chapter 23

           "Don’tthinkaboutit,darling."

           Wewalkedonupthestreet.Thefogmadethelightsyellow.

           "Aren’tyoutired?"Catherineasked.

           "Howaboutyou?"

           "I’mallright.It’sfuntowalk."

           "Butlet’snotdoittoolong."

           "No."

           Weturneddownasidestreetwheretherewerenolightsandwalkedinthestreet.IstoppedandkissedCatherine.WhileIkissedherIfeltherhandonmyshoulder.Shehadpulledmycapearoundhersoitcoveredbothofus.Wewerestandinginthestreetagainstahighwall.

           "Let’sgosomeplace,"Isaid.

           "Good,"saidCatherine.Wewalkedonalongthestreetuntilitcameoutontoawiderstreetthatwasbesideacanal.Ontheothersidewasabrickwallandbuildings.Ahead,downthestreet,Isawastreetcarcrossabridge.

           "Wecangetacabupatthebridge,"Isaid.Westoodonthebridgeinthefogwaitingforacarriage.Severalstreetcarspassed,fullofpeoplegoinghome.Thenacarriagecamealongbuttherewassomeoneinit.Thefogwasturningtorain.

           "Wecouldwalkortakeatram,"Catherinesaid.

           "Onewillbealong,"Isaid."Theygobyhere."

           "Hereonecomes,"shesaid.

           Thedriverstoppedhishorseandloweredthemetalsignonhismeter.Thetopofthecarriagewasupandthereweredropsofwateronthedriver’scoat.Hisvarnishedhatwasshininginthewet.Wesatbackintheseattogetherandthetopofthecarriagemadeitdark.

           "Wheredidyoutellhimtogo?"

           "Tothestation.There’sahotelacrossfromthestationwherewecango.

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