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walk up the track to the “Junction,” and 
be sure to tell the conductor, when the even- 
ing train arrived, as it probably would do 
some hours later, that I had a trunk at the 
landing. Otherwise the train would not run 
down to the river, and my baggage would lie 
there till Monday. He would go down pres- 
ently and put it under cover. Happily, he 
fulfilled his promise, for it was already be- 
ginning to thunder, and soon it rained in 
torrents, with a cold wind that made the hot 
weather all at once a thing of the past. 
It was a long wait in the dreary little 
station; or rather it would have been, had 
not the tedium of it been relieved by the 
presence of a newly married couple, whose 
honeymoon was just then at the full. Their 
delight in each other was exuberant, effer- 
vescent, beatific, — what shall I say ? — quite 
beyond veiling or restraint. At first I be- 
stowed upon them sidewise and cornerwise 
glances only, hiding bashfully behind my 
spectacles, as it were, and pretending to see 
nothing ; but I soon perceived that I was to 
them of no more consequence than a fly on 
the wall. If they saw me, which sometimes 
seemed doubtful, — for love is blind, — they 
