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"
One
will
be
along
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
go
by
here
.
"
"
Here
one
comes
,
"
she
said
.
The
driver
stopped
his
horse
and
lowered
the
metal
sign
on
his
meter
.
The
top
of
the
carriage
was
up
and
there
were
drops
of
water
on
the
driver
’
s
coat
.
His
varnished
hat
was
shining
in
the
wet
.
We
sat
back
in
the
seat
together
and
the
top
of
the
carriage
made
it
dark
.
"
Where
did
you
tell
him
to
go
?
"
"
To
the
station
.
There
’
s
a
hotel
across
from
the
station
where
we
can
go
.
"
We
can
go
the
way
we
are
?
Without
luggage
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
It
was
a
long
ride
to
the
station
up
side
streets
in
the
rain
.
"
Won
’
t
we
have
dinner
?
"
Catherine
asked
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
ll
be
hungry
.
"
"
We
’
ll
have
it
in
our
room
.
"
