Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. They were really very fine and
abundant, with a blaze of perennial sunflowers behind them. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us
mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and
have tea with her. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors
under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them,
and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity
generally attracted on those occasions. “Tell her,” said Mr.
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