. The land of heather . tsrunning crosswise of its upper story, each intended toaccommodate four persons. Every one wanted tomount aloft to get the benefit of the view, and thebody of the conveyance was simply a hollow storagecompartment for baggage. The place on a coach mostcoveted by the passengers is the front seat with thedriver. Thence you get an unimpeded outlook and achance to chat with the man who holds the reins andpick up information. On this trip two hustlingAmericans snapped up the sittings on the front was a gray little man with a toothless Hsp. Theother was his wife, a p
. The land of heather . tsrunning crosswise of its upper story, each intended toaccommodate four persons. Every one wanted tomount aloft to get the benefit of the view, and thebody of the conveyance was simply a hollow storagecompartment for baggage. The place on a coach mostcoveted by the passengers is the front seat with thedriver. Thence you get an unimpeded outlook and achance to chat with the man who holds the reins andpick up information. On this trip two hustlingAmericans snapped up the sittings on the front was a gray little man with a toothless Hsp. Theother was his wife, a ponderous, red-faced woman whowas scarcely less intent than her husband to gobble upfirst places. As soon as the coach drove up to thestation these two were right on hand, elbowing throughthe crowd, and their use of physical force and liberaltips to porters and driver, made it hopeless for any oneelse to compete with them. There were two other typical Americans on the loadwho at once made themselves apparent. They were a.
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