Before Juliana Lewis dialect was finished, I saw a figure standing in the corner of the carved iron gate, without holding an umbrella, and let the rain beads as big as beans fall on him.

He was so wet that only one figure could be seen in the rain curtain.

Hearing the sound of the car, he turned to look.

Although the rainy night was vague, Juliana Lewis could see that it was Stewart Morris.

Instead of rushing out to stop the car as he did last time, he stood on a ...