...l suburb, full of long soot-smeared warehouses and endless rows of freight cars, beyond which lay brown marshland and slate-grey stretches of water. “... ...or. The sliding doors were shut. Through them came a monoto- nous sound of cars shunting, of buffers bumping against buffers, and now and then the shr... ...s back. “Look here, men,” he said severely, “the orders are to stay in the cars.” The men slunk back into the cars sullenly. A hospital train passed, ... ... repo and they sent some of us fellers down to Nantes to fetch a convoy of cars back to Sandrecourt. We started out like regular racers, just the chas... ...aning out of the cab, lit up from behind by a yellowish red glare. Now the cars were going by, flat cars with guns, tilted up like the muzzles of hunt... ...ere many automobiles of different sizes and shapes, limousines, runabouts, touring cars, lined up along the curb, all painted olive-drab and neatly st...

...t in the way of amusements fitting to our station—that we could take motor cars and carriages by the day; that we could give each other dinners and di... ...ourt. She had spent, it seemed, two months in Great Britain—seven weeks in touring from Stratford to Strathpeffer, and one as paying guest in an old E... ...e had been driven to Rye Station. And there I found that she had taken the cars to Waterbury. She had, of course, gone to her uncle’s. The old man rec...