A Chariot of Fire #227654

No, he muttered, it's the other way. Batty's the other way. He turned, facing towards the branch road which carries the great current of North Shore life. How soon can I get to Gloucester he demanded of one who brushed against him heavily. He who answered proved to be of the baggage staff, and was at that moment skilfully combining a frown and a whistle behind a towering truck; from this two trunks and a dress-suit case threatened to tumble on a bull-terrier leashed to some thing invisible, and yelping in the darkness behind.