The Broken Pitcher

The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
Our booked passenger showed in a moment that it was his name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers eyed him distrustfully. ¡¡¡¡"Keep where you are," the guard called to the voice in the mist, "because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer straight." ¡¡¡¡"What is the matter?" asked the passenger, then, with mildly quavering speech. "Who wants me? Is it Jerry?" ¡¡
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¡¡("I don't like Jerry's voice, if it is Jerry," growled the guard to himself. "He's hoarser than suits me, is Jerry.") ¡¡¡¡"Yes, Mr. Lorry." ¡¡¡¡"What is the matter?" ¡¡¡¡"A despatch sent after you from over yonder. T. and Co." ¡¡¡¡"I know this messenger, guard," said Mr. Lorry, getting down into the road- assisted from behind more swiftly than politely by the other two passengers, who immediately scrambled into the coach, shut the door, and pulled up the window. "He may come close; there's nothing wrong."