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Felicity closes her eyes and holds out her hand "You don’t seeour tea"

Without a word, Shames shakes his head as if he cannot understand why the door is standing open He closes it behind us, and we are free

The London fog hides the stars They glint here and there but cannot break through the soupy sky "What should we do now?" Ann asks

Felicity breaks into a broad grin"Everything"

Flying over London on a cold night by entle up to rubby children, searching through the filthy banks of the Thames for a few coins and a bit of luck We’ve only to dip low and we could touch the tops of the theaters in the West End or put our fingertips to the great Gothic spires of the Houses of Parliament, which we do Ann sits upon the rooftop beside the towering clock of Big Ben

"Look," she says, laughing"I’ve a seat in Parliaha across the spindly towers on her tiptoes

"You ouldn’t d-do that, ould you?" Ann asks, horrified

"No, she wouldn’t," I answer fir to have such freedo to rest beneath Waterloo Bridge A rowboat passes under us, its lantern fighting the fog and losing It’s a curious thing, but I can hear the thoughts of the old gentleman in the boat, just as I have those of the fallen woh Hyde Park in their fancy private carriages as ere flying past It is faint, like overhearing a conversation in another roo

The old man puts stones in his pocket, and I know his purpose

"We’ve got to stop that man in the boat," I say

"Stop hi in the air

"Can’t you hear him?"

"No," Ann says Felicity shakes her head as she floats on her back like a swimmer

"He means to kill himself" "How do you know that?" Felicity asks