Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . The little gentleman, who, by-the-bye, wore very high heels,went stamping up the platform, swearing as they swore in Flanders. Confoundedly disgraceful, I call it, leaving the place in charge of such animbecile. Wheres the station-master, you sir? Do you hear me there ? Wheresthe station-master ? This to a youthful clerk at the pay place,and the youthful clerk having fetched out theperson asked for, a mild middle-aged man,grey-headed, blue-eyed, and bald, assured himpolitely that there was no possible chance ofget
Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . The little gentleman, who, by-the-bye, wore very high heels,went stamping up the platform, swearing as they swore in Flanders. Confoundedly disgraceful, I call it, leaving the place in charge of such animbecile. Wheres the station-master, you sir? Do you hear me there ? Wheresthe station-master ? This to a youthful clerk at the pay place,and the youthful clerk having fetched out theperson asked for, a mild middle-aged man,grey-headed, blue-eyed, and bald, assured himpolitely that there was no possible chance ofgetting any kind of trap anywhere nearer thanthe new town, and as there was nobody butthe porter to see to the signals when the nextluggage train, due in twenty-five minutes,,passed through, there was nobody to Perhaps if you walked, sir, it would be best,Whatcheer? the station-master added; and the loud-toned, high-heeled angry little man (the Other Joneswas the name they knew him by in certain circles) buttoned up his coat reso-lutely, and set forth across the Do^
Size: 1877px × 1332px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, booksubjecten, booksubjecthorses
