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Updated: September 5, 2025
At two minutes to five he alighted from a cab at Paddington Station rushed, bag in hand, to the booking-office caught the Bristol train just as the guard had signalled for starting. He was at Bristol soon after eight. The town being strange ground to him, he bade a cabman drive him to a good hotel, where he dined.
No other passenger was waiting, and the official had not yet arrived to open the booking-office. 'When shall I hear from you? Emily asked, putting off from instant to instant the good-bye, which grew ever harder to say. 'In less than a week. I shall leave London early tomorrow morning. 'But it will give you no time for rest. 'I am not able to rest.
You and your family are forthwith thrown into a state of tremendous excitement; an express is immediately dispatched to the washerwoman’s; everybody is in a bustle; and you, yourself, with a feeling of dignity which you cannot altogether conceal, sally forth to the booking-office to secure your place.
I waited in the deep heather till I saw the smoke of an east-going train on the horizon. Then I approached the tiny booking-office and took a ticket for Dumfries. The only occupants of the carriage were an old shepherd and his dog a wall-eyed brute that I mistrusted.
The guard's eye lighted on me as he was getting down, and he said at the booking-office door: 'Is there anybody here for a yoongster booked in the name of Murdstone, from Bloonderstone, Sooffolk, to be left till called for? Nobody answered. 'Try Copperfield, if you please, sir, said I, looking helplessly down.
Let's see we only want halves, Marjorie and Fidge and myself; you'll have to get a whole ticket, I suppose, though I have seen a notice at a railway station somewhere, on which it stated, 'Soldiers and Dogs half-price. Perhaps it applies to birds, too. You had better ask, I think." So the Dodo went back to the booking-office again and inquired, "Do birds travel half-price?" "Nonsense!
Splashing through puddles, lopsidedly weighted by his bag, with his mackintosh flapping against his legs, he gained the sanctuary of the waiting-room and booking-office, which was lighted by a dim expiring lamp, and scrutinized the face of the murky clock.... With a sob of relief he saw that he was in time. He was, indeed, in exceptionally good time, for he had a quarter of an hour to wait.
The station consisted of a rough wooden platform raised on wooden supports with a weather-board hut which the stationmaster called porter's room, booking-office, luggage-office and station hotel. Someone had ambitiously painted the name on the station. "COOK'S WAL" and "STATION HOT" appeared in green letters on the face of the structure. "L" and "EL" appeared round the corner in red.
I hopped onto the carpet and held my breath and shut my eyes and wished I was in the booking-office of my own section. The very next instant a voice I knew sung out in a business kind of a way "A harp and a hymn-book, pair of wings and a halo, size 13, for Cap'n Eli Stormfield, of San Francisco! make him out a clean bill of health, and let him in." I opened my eyes.
Not knowing what to do in Venice, and believing that I ought for the sake of my honour to shew myself in Padua, or else people might suppose that I had received the same order as Croce, I hurried my breakfast, and procured a 'bolletta' from the booking-office for Rome; because I foresaw that the firing of my pistol and the lame horse might not have improved the temper of the post-masters; but by shewing them what is called in Italy a 'bolletta', I knew that they could not refuse to supply me with horses whenever they had any in their stables.
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