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Was it the sound, or was it the movement preceding the sound, which had worked a cold change in his heart? He felt almost stunned by what he had done, like a man who strikes and sees the result of his blow, who has not measured its force, and sees his victim measure it. Eight-forty A.M. A step sounded. He looked, and saw in the distance the large policeman slowly advancing.
His power could not have been so great if it began to wane almost before he had gone. The eight-forty came into the station, snorting and puffing. Gordon secured a corner seat, and leant out of the window, shaking hands with everyone he could see. "You'll be down next term, won't you?" yelled Morgan, bursting as ever with good will. "I expect so," said Gordon.
"If you please, sir, my grandmother is dying in the city. I've just been sent for, sir. I think it is possible for me to catch the eight-forty " "I beg pardon, sir," broke in Joe. "I've just heard that my sister is expecting a baby to-night, and I thought I'd speak to you about getting off " "Just a moment," said Mr. Bingle, blinking rapidly.
"The only other person who could have taken them was the cashier, a hoary-headed old boy who resides at Epping, and has not changed his method of living since he first wore a silk hat and caught the eight-forty to the City one morning fifty years ago. I followed him home on a Saturday afternoon.
Almost the last words he heard as the eight-forty swept out of Fernhurst station on the last morning, with its waving hands and shoutings, was a shriek from the Buller's day-room: "Wait for the Three Cock!" Gordon laughed for a second, and then looked bored. The jest had ceased to have a shred of humour left upon it. It was naked and ought to be ashamed.
Phillips. There was no train till the eight-forty. She kept looking at Joan as she moved about the room. Joan was afraid she would begin to talk, but she must have felt Joan's antagonism for she remained silent. Once their eyes met, and the woman leered at her. Phillips came down looking more cheerful. He had detected improvement in Mrs. Phillips. She was more hopeful in herself.
"It's Goodloe, talking from his station office at Little Butte," replied the mine owner. "The despatcher has just called him up to say that Lidgerwood left Angels in his service-car, running special, at eight-forty, which would figure it here at about eleven, or a little later." "Who is running it?" inquired the other man rather anxiously, Judson decided. "Williams and Bradford.
So he thought of that tiny noise, as the speech of the dropping letter. It must have slid down against the side of the box. Now it was lying still. There was nothing more for him to do but to go home. Yet he waited before the letter box, with his eyes fixed upon the small white plaque on which was printed the time of the next delivery eight-forty A.M.
"Morin was in that condition when he took his ticket for La Rochelle by the eight-forty night express. As he was walking up and down the waiting-room at the station he stopped suddenly in front of a young lady who was kissing an old one. She had her veil up, and Morin murmured with delight: 'By Jove what a pretty woman!
He jumped up, went out of the arbour, and, without looking round, walked into the recesses of the garden furthest from the house. "Ah! only to get away from here as soon as possible," he thought, clutching his head. "My God! as soon as possible." The train by which Volodya was to go back with his maman was at eight-forty.
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