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Mugby Junction By: Charles Dickens (1812-1870) |
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CHRISTMAS STORIES
FROM “HOUSEHOLD
WORDS” AND “ALL
THE YEAR ROUND”
EDITED BY
CHARLES DICKENS Mugby Junction
[Picture: Frontispiece] [Picture: Title page] RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED,
LONDON & BUNGAY. MUGBY JUNCTION: BY
CHARLES DICKENS, ANDREW
HALLIDAY, CHARLES COLLINS,
HESBA STRETTON, AND AMELIA
B. EDWARDS: BEING THE EXTRA
CHRISTMAS NUMBER OF “ALL
THE YEAR ROUND,” 1866. WITH
A FRONTISPIECE BY A. JULES
GOODMAN. LONDON: CHAPMAN
AND HALL, LTD. 1898. INDEX TO
MUGBY JUNCTION PAGE
BARBOX BROTHERS. BY CHARLES DICKENS 1
BARBOX BROTHERS & CO. BY CHARLES DICKENS 43
MAIN LINE: THE BOY AT MUGBY. BY CHARLES DICKENS 72
No. 1 BRANCH LINE: THE SIGNALMAN. BY CHARLES DICKENS 89
No. 2 BRANCH LINE: THE ENGINE BY ANDREW HALLIDAY 111
DRIVER.
No. 3 BRANCH LINE: THE BY CHARLES COLLINS 125
COMPENSATION HOUSE.
No. 4 BRANCH LINE: THE TRAVELLING BY HESBA STRETTON 154
POST OFFICE.
No. 5 BRANCH LINE: THE ENGINEER. BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS 187
BARBOX BROTHERS
I
“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... Continue reading book >>
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