I had to walk carefully in case he might get on to it that he was being followed.
I walked carefully so that he wouldn't notice that I was trailing his steps
I ran after him with no care to sneakiness, because I had to catch him at all costs.
The Royal Mile becomes Canongate a mile past St. Mary's Street.
A white coat was hanging near the door.
The two are touching each other.
Two women jog alone the road.
There is only one person present.
A girl enjoying the outdoors.