Mugby Junction

By: Dickens, Charles

"Guard What place is this?""Mugby Junction, sir.""A windy place ""Yes, it mostly is, sir.""And looks comfortless indeed ""Yes, it generally does, sir.""Is it a rainy night still?""Pours, sir.""Open the door. I'll get out.""You'll have, sir," said the guard, glistening with drops of wet, and looking at the tearful face of his watch by the light of his lantern as the traveller descended, "three minutes here.""More, I think.-For I am not going on.""Thought you had a through ticket, sir?""So I have, but I shall sacrifice the rest of it. I want my luggage.""Please to come to the van and point it out, sir. Be good enough to look very sharp, sir. Not a moment to spare."The guard hurried to the luggage van, and the traveller hurried after him. The guard got into it, and the traveller looked into it."Those two large black portmanteaus in the corner where your light shines. Those are mine.""Name upon 'em, sir?""Barbox Brothers.""Stand clear, sir, if you please. One. Two. Right "Lamp waved. Signal lights ahead already changing. Shriek from engine. Train gone."Mugby Junction " said the traveller, pulling up the woollen muffler round his throat with both hands. "At past three o'clock of a tempestuous morning So "He spoke to himself. There was no one else to speak to. Perhaps, though there had been any one else to speak to, he would have preferred to speak to himself. Speaking to himself he spoke to a man within five years of fifty either way, who had turned grey too soon, like a neglected fire; a man of pondering habit, brooding carriage of the head, and suppressed internal voice; a man with many indications on him of having been much alone.He stood unnoticed on the dreary platform, except by the rain and by the wind. Those two vigilant assailants made a rush at him. "Very well," said he, yielding. "It signifies nothing to me to what quarter I turn my face."Thus, at Mugby Junction, at past three o'clock of a tempestuous morning, the traveller went where the weather drove him.Not but what he could make a stand when he was so minded, for, coming to the end of the roofed shelter (it is of considerable extent at Mugby Junction), and looking out upon the dark night, with a yet darker spirit-wing of storm beating its wild way through it, he faced about, and held his own as ruggedly in the difficult direction as he had held it in the easier one. Thus, with a steady step, the traveller went up and down, up and down, up and down, seeking nothing and finding it.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08JB5WQ29
• ISBN13: 9798686478961
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 164 Pages
• Weight: 0.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 6.0" x 9.0"