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The hackman doubled himself down for joy, and slapped his leg; at the sound of a whistle to the eastward, he pulled himself erect again, and said, as if the fact were one point gained, "Well, there she blows, any way." Then he went round the corner of the station to be in full readiness for any chance passenger the train might improbably bring him. No one alighted but Mr. Gerrish and Northwick.
"Of course that's what HE thought. The hackman thought so, and so did the conductor, and everybody. But I hoped you would know better. I was sure you would see that it was something worse than that. See here, I'll tell you. Then you'll understand.
An attendant hastened to the curb to assist the "young ladies" out of the cab, but the hackman laid a detaining hand upon Leslie's shoulder with the remark: "Fares, please." "Eh? Just settle that with Mr. Daniel Ford, inside. Here, Buttons, you find Mr. Ford and ask him to step here. It'll be all right, Jehu, and let's hurry, girls, else we'll be late for dinner."
There is nothing to hold him back." Her mind was on Miss Emily and her problems. She moved abstractedly toward the door. "In this very hall," she said, "I helped Miss Emily to pack all his books into a box, and we sent for Mr. Staley the hackman at the station, you know and he dumped the whole thing into the river. We went away with him, and how she cheered up when it was done!"
We see the diffident young man, mild of moustache, affluent of hair, indigent of brain, elegant of costume, drive up to her father's mansion, tell his hackman to bail out and wait, start fearfully up the steps and meet "the old gentleman" right on the threshold! hear him ask what street the new British Bank is in as if that were what he came for and then bounce into his boat and skurry away with his coward heart in his boots! see him come sneaking around the corner again, directly, with a crack of the curtain open toward the old gentleman's disappearing gondola, and out scampers his Susan with a flock of little Italian endearments fluttering from her lips, and goes to drive with him in the watery avenues down toward the Rialto.
He seemed to make one step from the lighted street into the shadow, and was swallowed up in it as completely as if he had plunged into a forest. He had entered that very tract that I had entered! I put my head out of the window and spoke softly to the driver. "Stop! Keep perfectly still until he gets by." The hackman seemed to understand what I wanted, and drew up the team, and we waited.
On their arrival at the depot he found they had but three minutes in which to catch the train, so he unceremoniously bundled Miss Metoaca and Nancy through the gates and to the train; while the hackman brought up the rear with two carpet bags and a lunch hamper.
Take your choice go quietly, or under compulsion." There was a fierce energy in the excited man that completely subdued the Irish hackman, who, after a further, though feeble remonstrance, got into the carriage with Mr. Lane, and was driven off. The course taken was out street. Some distance beyond Washington Square, the carriage stopped before a house, in which Mr.
Tom's taste in cigars and claret I had always respected, while the lady inhabitants of Hillcrest were, according to my memory, much like those of every other suburban village, the fairest of their sex. Three days later I made the hour and a half trip between New York and Hillcrest, and hired a hackman to drive me over to Tom's.
"Do you know the Willow Villa?" demanded Ruthven. "Wilier Viller, sir? Yes, sir. Step right this way " "Wait!" snapped Ruthven. "I asked you if you knew it; I didn't say I wanted to go there." The hackman in his woolly greatcoat stared at the little dapper, smooth-shaven man, who eyed him in return, coolly insolent, lighting a cigar.
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