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It was close enough to the truth without the tedium of details for one who was a stranger to him and needed no more than a stranger's cordial trifle. "No problem," said the driver. "You looked sick when I saw you there squatting on the ground." "Train sickness I guess. Sickness of everything generally" offered Nawin with a feigned chuckle.
"The room is transformed. I have some idea of putting up my fees on the strength of it. I should like you to come and have a look," he added. "Why, of course," returned Carrissima. "I must ask Phoebe to bring me one afternoon, and you shall give us some more of those delicious cakes." Mark Driver was certainly living in a fool's paradise that evening.
"The coachmen get drunk! the boys are prigs! there is no distinction between the owners of the soil and the tenants who farm it! and it snows from morning to night, and from one week's end to another!" Aggie had taken the head of the near horse, and Cosmo took that of the off one. Their driver said nothing, letting them do as they pleased.
Ulick was too excited to sit down; he walked about the hearthrug in order to give more emphasis to his story. "My hansom turned suddenly out of a large thoroughfare into some mean streets, and the neighbourhood seemed so sordid that I was just going to tell the driver to avoid such short cuts for the future when I caught sight of a tall figure in brown holland.
I conclude that the most delicate and important occupation in life is stage-driving. It would be easier to "run" the Treasury Department of the United States than a four-in-hand. I have a sense of the unimportance of everything else in comparison with this business in hand. And I think the driver shares that feeling. He is the autocrat of the situation.
In an instant he was off the box and inside the carriage. He realized what it would mean to be recognized by him. He had but one thought to guard the safety of her within. The driver advanced at a walk, keeping as close as possible to the curbing. There was just one chance in a thousand that the crowd might be too intent upon their goal to bother with passing vehicles.
As Kate and Alec walked along the street, on their way to the castle, one of the coaches from the county-town drove up with its four thorough-breds. "What a handsome fellow the driver is!" said Kate. Alec looked up at the box. There sat Beauchamp, with the ribbons in his grasp, handling his horses with composure and skill. Beside him sat the owner of the coach, a laird of the neighbourhood.
She signalled to the driver, who drew up directly in front of where they were standing, then sprang out and began loading the girls' luggage in the car. "Come on, Emma," coaxed Grace. "You can finish making up your mind on the way to Harlowe House." Emma turned to her friend with a face full of affectionate gratitude. "I'm going to accept your offer, Grace," she declared.
Steinbock dressed and went downstairs, a man holding each arm; when he was in the cab, the driver started without orders, as knowing where he was to go, and within half an hour the unhappy foreigner found himself safely under bolt and bar without even a remonstrance, so utterly amazed was he.
Lyle and I drove there together, and found him propped up in bed with his head bound in a bandage. He had been brought to the hospital the night before by the driver of a hansom that had run over him in the fog. The cab-horse had kicked him on the head, and he had been carried in unconscious.
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