Excerpt: The train had come a long journey and the afternoon was wearing on. The passenger in the last third class compartment but one, looking out of the window sombrely and intently, saw nothing now but desolate brown hills and a winding lonely river, very northern looking under the autumnal sky.He was alone in the carriage, and if any one had happened to study his movements during the interminable journey, they would have concluded that for some...
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