At the foot of a long street, so close to the river that its single light casts a ghastly glare into the water, stands the railroad station, where the agent awaits the arrival of the single train that visits the place daily,-for only a few people want to go to Davy's Bend, and not many are left to move away,-so the agent mutters at the rain and the darkness, and growls at the hard fate that keeps him up so late; for, of all the inhabitants of the place, he is the only one who has business to call him out at night.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
"Allan Dorris, from Nowhere-in-Particular," he mutters after he is seated, and while watching his steaming garments.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
"Heads I do, and tails I don't," he mutters weakly, groping in his pocket.
"Helena Brett's Career"
Desmond Coke