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pubOne.info present you this new edition. CONDUCTOR: "Here's your ticket, madam. You can have any of the places you like here, - glancing at the unconscious gentleman, and then at the young lady, - "if you prefer, you can go and take that seat in the forward car.

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Date de parution	06 novembre 2010
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9782819948223
Langue	English

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SCENE: A Parlor-Car on the New York CentralRailroad. It is late afternoon in the early autumn, with a cloudysunset threatening rain. The car is unoccupied save by a gentleman,who sits fronting one of the windows, with his feet in anotherchair; a newspaper lies across his lap; his hat is drawn down overhis eyes, and he is apparently asleep. The rear door of the caropens, and the conductor enters with a young lady, heavily veiled,the porter coming after with her wraps and travelling-bags. Thelady's air is of mingled anxiety and desperation, with a certainfierceness of movement. She casts a careless glance over the emptychairs.
CONDUCTOR: “Here's your ticket, madam. You can haveany of the places you like here, — glancing at the unconsciousgentleman, and then at the young lady, — ”if you prefer, you can goand take that seat in the forward car. "
MISS LUCY GALBRAITH: “Oh, I can't ride backwards.I'll stay here, please. Thank you. ” The porter places her thingsin a chair by a window, across the car from the sleeping gentleman,and she throws herself wearily into the next seat, wheels round init, and lifting her veil gazes absently out at the landscape. Herface, which is very pretty, with a low forehead shadowed by thickblond hair, shows the traces of tears. She makes search in herpocket for her handkerchief, which she presses to her eyes. Theconductor, lingering a moment, goes out.
PORTER: “I'll be right here, at de end of de cah, ifyou should happen to want anything, miss, ”— making a feint ofarranging the shawls and satchels. “Should you like some desethings hung up? Well, dey'll be jus' as well in de chair. We'spretty late dis afternoon; more'n four hours behin' time. Ought tobeen into Albany 'fore dis. Freight train off de track jus' disside o' Rochester, an' had to wait. Was you going to stop atSchenectady, miss? ”
MISS GALBRAITH, absently: “At Schenectady? ” After apause, “Yes. ”
PORTER: “Well, that's de next station, and den decahs don't stop ag'in till dey git to Albany. Anything else I cando for you now, miss? ”
MISS GALBRAITH: “No, no, thank you, nothing. ” ThePorter hesitates, takes off his cap, and scratches his head with amurmur of embarrassment. Miss Galbraith looks up at him inquiringlyand then suddenly takes out her porte-monnaie, and fees him.
PORTER: “Thank you, miss, thank you. If you wantanything at all, miss, I'm right dere at de end of de cah. ” Hegoes out by the narrow passage-way beside the smaller enclosedparlor. Miss Galbraith looks askance at the sleeping gentleman, andthen, rising, goes to the large mirror, to pin her veil, which hasbecome loosened from her hat. She gives a little start at sight ofthe gentleman in the mirror, but arranges her head-gear, andreturning to her place looks out of the window again. After alittle while she moves about uneasily in her chair, then leansforward, and tries to raise her window; she lifts it partly up,when the catch slips from her fingers, and the window falls shutagain with a crash.
MISS GALBRAITH: “Oh, DEAR, how provoking! I supposeI must call the porter. ” She rises from her seat, but onattempting to move away she finds that the skirt of her polonaisehas been caught in the falling window. She pulls at it, and thentries to lift the window again, but the cloth has wedged it in, andshe cannot stir it. “Well, I certainly think this is beyondendurance! Porter! Ah, — Porter! Oh, he'll never hear me in theracket that these wheels are making! I wish they'd stop, — I”— Thegentleman stirs in his chair, lifts his head, listens, takes hisfeet down from the other seat, rises abruptly, and comes to MissGalbraith's side.
MR. ALLEN RICHARDS: “Will you allow me to open thewindow for you? ”
Starting back, “Miss Galbraith! ”
MISS GALBRAITH: “Al— Mr. Richards! ” There is asilence for some moments, in which they remain looking at eachother; then, -
MR. RICHARDS: “Lucy” -
MISS GALBRAITH: "I forbid you to address me in thatway, Mr.
Richards. "
MR. RICHARDS: “Why, you were just going to call meAllen! ”
MISS GALBRAITH: “That was an accident, you know verywell, — an impulse” -
MR. RICHARDS: “Well, so is this. ”
MISS GALBRAITH: “Of which you ought to be ashamed totake advantage. I wonder at your presumption in speaking to me atall. It's quite idle, I can assure you. Everything is at an endbetween us. It seems that I bore with you too long; but I'mthankful that I had the spirit to not at last, and to act in time.And now that chance has thrown us together, I trust that you willnot force your conversation upon me. No gentleman would, and I havealways given you credit for thinking yourself a gentleman. Irequest that you will not speak to me. ”
MR. RICHARDS: “You've spoken ten words to me forevery one of mine to you. But I won't annoy you. I can't believeit, Lucy; I can NOT believe it. It seems like some rascally dream,and if I had had any sleep since it happened, I should think I—”
MISS GALBRAITH: “Oh! You were sleeping soundlyenough when I got into the car! ”
MR. RICHARDS: “I own it; I was perfectly used up,and I HAD dropped off. ”
MISS GALBRAITH, scornfully: “Then perhaps you HAVEdreamed it. ”
MR. RICHARDS: “I'll think so till you tell me againthat our engagement is broken; that the faithful love of years isto go for nothing; that you dismiss me with cruel insult, withoutone word of explanation, without a word of intelligible accusation,even. It's too much! I've been thinking it all over and over, and Ican't make head or tail of it. I meant to see you again as soon aswe got to town, and implore you to hear me.

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