The Man in Possession — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN IN POSSESSION. 9 ‘*Ves,” he said, ‘‘I’ve beenthere. I’m blessed with Irish relations, mainly the maiden aunt I’ve just told you about. She's very rich—she owns a big brewery near Athlone. I wonder,” he added eagerly, ‘‘if your father knows her.” ‘*Do all Irish people of necessity know each other?” asked the girl, smiling again. There was something so eager and boyish and unconventional about the young fellow that she felt amused if not interested. ‘* No.—O—of course not,” he answered, laughing a littlein histurn. ‘‘Butstillit’snotimprobable. Why,” —with renewed excitement, ‘‘ they might have made acquaintance with one another crossing over.” ‘‘ Yes,” said the girl quietly. ‘‘There’s nothing very improbable in that.” ‘‘Aunt Judy's capital fun,” resumed the young man. ‘‘Sheisa sort of character, you know and ” ‘‘Oh! there’s the train,” exclaimed the girl, spring- ing to her feet and making at once forthe door. The young man followed her more slowly. The station was now a scene of bustle and confu- sion. Porters rushed about, carriage doors banged; faces young and old, pale, grimed, fatigued, ill- tempered, turned hither and thither in search of friends, or luggage, which was even more important. Voices shouted orders, greetings or inquiries, intermingled with animadversions on the fog, or the bitter blast that swept relentlessly through the station. Amidst all the noise and confusion the tall young woman in her gobelin blue cloak stood quietly and unexcitedly, her eyes glancing from one carriage to COMicloe SS CON