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At
last
the
train
rumbled
in
,
and
engulfed
the
waiting
multitude
.
Harney
swept
Charity
up
on
to
the
first
car
and
they
captured
a
bench
for
two
,
and
sat
in
happy
isolation
while
the
train
swayed
and
roared
along
through
rich
fields
and
languid
tree
-
clumps
.
The
haze
of
the
morning
had
become
a
sort
of
clear
tremor
over
everything
,
like
the
colourless
vibration
about
a
flame
;
and
the
opulent
landscape
seemed
to
droop
under
it
.
But
to
Charity
the
heat
was
a
stimulant
:
it
enveloped
the
whole
world
in
the
same
glow
that
burned
at
her
heart
.
Now
and
then
a
lurch
of
the
train
flung
her
against
Harney
,
and
through
her
thin
muslin
she
felt
the
touch
of
his
sleeve
.
She
steadied
herself
,
their
eyes
met
,
and
the
flaming
breath
of
the
day
seemed
to
enclose
them
.
The
train
roared
into
the
Nettleton
station
,
the
descending
mob
caught
them
on
its
tide
,
and
they
were
swept
out
into
a
vague
dusty
square
thronged
with
seedy
“
hacks
”
and
long
curtained
omnibuses
drawn
by
horses
with
tasselled
fly
-
nets
over
their
withers
,
who
stood
swinging
their
depressed
heads
drearily
from
side
to
side
.
A
mob
of
’
bus
and
hack
drivers
were
shouting
“
To
the
Eagle
House
,
”
“
To
the
Washington
House
,
”
“
This
way
to
the
Lake
,
”
“
Just
starting
for
Greytop
;
”
and
through
their
yells
came
the
popping
of
fire
-
crackers
,
the
explosion
of
torpedoes
,
the
banging
of
toy
-
guns
,
and
the
crash
of
a
firemen
’
s
band
trying
to
play
the
Merry
Widow
while
they
were
being
packed
into
a
waggonette
streaming
with
bunting
.
The
ramshackle
wooden
hotels
about
the
square
were
all
hung
with
flags
and
paper
lanterns
,
and
as
Harney
and
Charity
turned
into
the
main
street
,
with
its
brick
and
granite
business
blocks
crowding
out
the
old
low
-
storied
shops
,
and
its
towering
poles
strung
with
innumerable
wires
that
seemed
to
tremble
and
buzz
in
the
heat
,
they
saw
the
double
line
of
flags
and
lanterns
tapering
away
gaily
to
the
park
at
the
other
end
of
the
perspective
.
The
noise
and
colour
of
this
holiday
vision
seemed
to
transform
Nettleton
into
a
metropolis
.
Charity
could
not
believe
that
Springfield
or
even
Boston
had
anything
grander
to
show
,
and
she
wondered
if
,
at
this
very
moment
,
Annabel
Balch
,
on
the
arm
of
as
brilliant
a
young
man
,
were
threading
her
way
through
scenes
as
resplendent
.
“
Where
shall
we
go
first
?
”
Harney
asked
;
but
as
she
turned
her
happy
eyes
on
him
he
guessed
the
answer
and
said
:
“
We
’
ll
take
a
look
round
,
shall
we
?
”
The
street
swarmed
with
their
fellow
-
travellers
,
with
other
excursionists
arriving
from
other
directions
,
with
Nettleton
’
s
own
population
,
and
with
the
mill
-
hands
trooping
in
from
the
factories
on
the
Creston
.
The
shops
were
closed
,
but
one
would
scarcely
have
noticed
it
,
so
numerous
were
the
glass
doors
swinging
open
on
saloons
,
on
restaurants
,
on
drug
-
stores
gushing
from
every
soda
-
water
tap
,
on
fruit
and
confectionery
shops
stacked
with
strawberry
-
cake
,
cocoanut
drops
,
trays
of
glistening
molasses
candy
,
boxes
of
caramels
and
chewing
-
gum
,
baskets
of
sodden
strawberries
,
and
dangling
branches
of
bananas
.
Outside
of
some
of
the
doors
were
trestles
with
banked
-
up
oranges
and
apples
,
spotted
pears
and
dusty
raspberries
;
and
the
air
reeked
with
the
smell
of
fruit
and
stale
coffee
,
beer
and
sarsaparilla
and
fried
potatoes
.
Even
the
shops
that
were
closed
offered
,
through
wide
expanses
of
plate
-
glass
,
hints
of
hidden
riches
.
In
some
,
waves
of
silk
and
ribbon
broke
over
shores
of
imitation
moss
from
which
ravishing
hats
rose
like
tropical
orchids
.
In
others
,
the
pink
throats
of
gramophones
opened
their
giant
convolutions
in
a
soundless
chorus
;
or
bicycles
shining
in
neat
ranks
seemed
to
await
the
signal
of
an
invisible
starter
;
or
tiers
of
fancy
-
goods
in
leatherette
and
paste
and
celluloid
dangled
their
insidious
graces
;
and
,
in
one
vast
bay
that
seemed
to
project
them
into
exciting
contact
with
the
public
,
wax
ladies
in
daring
dresses
chatted
elegantly
,
or
,
with
gestures
intimate
yet
blameless
,
pointed
to
their
pink
corsets
and
transparent
hosiery
.
Presently
Harney
found
that
his
watch
had
stopped
,
and
turned
in
at
a
small
jeweller
’
s
shop
which
chanced
to
still
be
open
.
While
the
watch
was
being
examined
Charity
leaned
over
the
glass
counter
where
,
on
a
background
of
dark
blue
velvet
,
pins
,
rings
,
and
brooches
glittered
like
the
moon
and
stars
.
She
had
never
seen
jewellry
so
near
by
,
and
she
longed
to
lift
the
glass
lid
and
plunge
her
hand
among
the
shining
treasures
.
But
already
Harney
’
s
watch
was
repaired
,
and
he
laid
his
hand
on
her
arm
and
drew
her
from
her
dream
.
