In Carrington Street they stopped to hang over the parapet and look at the barges on the canal below.
"It's just like Venice," he said, seeing the sunshine on the water that lay between high factory walls.
"Perhaps," she answered, smiling.
They enjoyed the shops immensely.
"Now you see that blouse," she would say, "wouldn't that just suit our Annie?
And for one-and-eleven-three.

Isn't that cheap ?" "And made of needlework as well," he said.
"Yes." They had plenty of time, so they did not hurry.

The town was strange and delightful to them.

But the boy was tied up inside in a knot of apprehension.

He dreaded the interview with Thomas Jordan.
It was nearly eleven o'clock by St.Peter's Church.