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A Bank-Note in Two Halves


Wet and dreary. It is midwinter: the scene is Kirkington, on the London & Northwestern; the time, a quarter to eleven, just after the night ail had flashed through without stopping—bound for Liverpool and the north. The railway officials—pointsmen, signalmen, porters, platelayers—are collecting preparatory to going off duty for the night.

“Where’s Dan?” asks one of the crowd upon the platform.

“I saw him in the hut just after the quarter to eleven went through. Can’t have come to any harm, surely.”

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