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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Small House at Allington"


"Waiting for the up-train from Barchester, sir," said the guard.
"They're always late." Then he went to sleep again, and was aroused
in a few minutes by some one entering the carriage in a great hurry.
The branch train had come in, just as the guardians of the line then
present had made up their minds that the passengers on the main line
should not be kept waiting any longer. The transfer of men, women,
and luggage was therefore made in great haste, and they who were
now taking their new seats had hardly time to look about them. An
old gentleman, very red about the gills, first came into Johnny's
carriage, which up to that moment he had shared with an old lady.
The old gentleman was abusing everybody, because he was hurried, and
would not take himself well into the compartment, but stuck in the
doorway, standing on the step.
"Now, sir, when you're quite at leisure," said a voice behind the old
man, which instantly made Eames start up in his seat.
"I'm not at all at leisure," said the old man; "and I'm not going to
break my legs if I know it.


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