repeating to himself, in a sort of inward chant: \"It's all of two hours from Jersey City to old Catherine's. It's all of two hours—and it may be more.\"
XXIX.
His wife's dark blue brougham (with the wedding varnish still on it) met Archer at the ferry, and conveyed him luxuriously to the Pennsylvania terminus in Jersey City.
It was a sombre snowy afternoon, and the gas-lamps were lit in the big reverberating station. As he paced the platform,
repeating to himself, in a sort of inward chant: \"It's all of two hours from Jersey City to old Catherine's. It's all of two hours—and it may be more.\"
XXIX.
His wife's dark blue brougham (with the wedding varnish still on it) met Archer at the ferry, and conveyed him luxuriously to the Pennsylvania terminus in Jersey City.
It was a sombre snowy afternoon, and the gas-lamps were lit in the big reverberating station. As he paced the platform,
