Then a greasy, black-faced workman at the end of the platform grinned at the passing train.

And William thought, "A filthy life!" and went back to his papers.
When he looked up again there were fields, and beasts standing for shelter under the dark trees.

A wide river, with naked children splashing in the shallows, glided into sight and was gone again.

The sky shone pale, and one bird drifted high like a dark fleck in a jewel.
"We have examined our client's correspondence files...

" The last sentence he had read echoed in his mind.