Robert Campin paintings
Rembrandt paintings
He opened the door as he spoke, and I had hardly time to spring out when the coachman lashed the horse and the carriage rattled away. I looked around me in astonishment. I was on some sort of a heathy common mottled over with dark clumps of furze-bushes. Far away stretched a line of houses, with a light here and there in the upper windows. On the other side I saw the red signal-lamps of a railway.
"The carriage which had brought me was
-303-already out of sight. I stood gazing round and wondering where on earth I might be, when I saw someone coming towards me in the darkness. As he came up to me I made out that he was a railway porter. ""Can you tell me what place this is?" I asked.
" "Wandsworth Common," said he.
""Can I get a train into town?"
" "If you walk on a mile or so to Clapham Junction," said he, "you'll just be in time for the last to Victoria."
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