News From Nowhere - Or an Epoch of Rest, Being Some Chapters From an Utopian Romance #234232

As he formed the words, the train stopped at his station, five minutes' walk from his own house, which stood on the banks Of the Thames, a little way above an ugly suspension bridge. He went out of the sta tion, still discontented and unhappy, muttering If I could but see it if I could but see it! But had not gone many steps towards the river before (says our friend who tells the story) all that discontent and trouble seemed to slip off him.