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My cousin met me at St. Pancras. I saw him before my own carriage had reached the platform, peering into the window of every compartment in his short-sighted way. He recognized me at last with a little wave of the hand.
"Glad to see you, Hardross! These your things? We'll have a hansom. Where are you staying?"