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Updated: June 17, 2025
Here it was utterly deserted: since the bridge had been blown up the road had become disused and only the few who passed over by Margot's boat ever found their way across these fields. She strayed along by the road's edge and could distinguish the blanched form of a tree. Strange that the fog should reach so much further inland on this side of the river. Perhaps the ground was lower.
There was a short consultation between the commander and one or two other officers, and then the commander turned to Darby, and said: "What you say about the road's being obstructed this way is partly true; do you guarantee that the other road is clear?" Darby paused and reflected. "I'll guide you," he said, slowly.
He was out on the frontier once and knows all about it, and there ain't nothing he can't drive" turning of the bacon here, Leff absorbed beyond explanatory speech "They got four horses, two to ride and two extra ones, and a cow. I don't see how they're goin' to keep up the pace with the cow along. The old gentleman says they can do twenty to twenty-five miles a day when the road's good.
"A well," said she, "by the road's side, which in the time of the popes was said to perform wonderful cures."
The train passes alien through all her moods and aspects; the wounds made in her face by the road's sharp cuts and excavations are slowest of all wounds to heal, and the iron rails remain to the last as shackles upon her. Yet when the rails are removed, as has happened with a non-paying track in Charlesbridge, the road inspires a real tenderness in her.
"I give you my word that I see no way out." "Nor I, father," said Jack. "It seems to me that all we can do is to try to hold them off at this corner." "But how?" asked Mr. Haydon. "The road's fearfully rotten just at the bend," said Jack. "I think we could break it down pretty easily. It trembled and shook as I passed over it."
"Thy way happens to be my way, 's Rewth said to Naomi; so 'f gittin' over the road's your objeck, 'n' y' ain't pertickler 'baout the gait ye travel, ye can git in 'n' ride a piece. We don't b'lieve in hurryin', Mariar 'n' me. Slow 'n' easy goes fur in a day, 's our motto. Can ye git your folks aboard withaout spillin' any of 'em?"
The station agent winced, as though she had laid a lash across his shoulders, and in his awkward fashion endeavored to apologize for his road's remissness. Like a tradesman reproved by his best customer, he promised Miss Herron that "it shouldn't happen again." It was quite in keeping with her character that she was graciously pleased to accept the man's excuses.
A three-seated democrat wagon was engaged to carry the party to the Wegg farm at Millville, and a rickety lumber wagon would take the baggage. The liveryman recognized his customer as soon as the Wegg farm was mentioned, and determined to "do the city guy up brown." "Road's bad an' up hill, an' my time's vallyble," he said in a surly voice. "I'll hev to charge ye three dollars."
"I want you to know I want you to know that just before your telegram came I was half tempted to leave the firm. To " "Can't blame you," smiled T. A. Buck. "You've had a rotten six months of it, beginning with that illness and ending with those infernal trunks. The road's no place for a woman." "Nonsense!" flashed Emma McChesney. "I've loved it. I've gloried in it. And I've earned my living by it.
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