{"product_id":"2940148212126","title":"Wild Margaret (Illustrated)","description":"When the train drew up at the small station of Leyton Ferrers, which it did in the slowest and most lazy of fashions, two persons got out. One was a young girl, who alighted from a third-class carriage, and who dragged out from under the seat a leather bag and a square parcel instead of waiting for the porter, who was too much engaged in light and pleasant conversation with the guard, to pay any attention to such small cattle as passengers.\u003cbr\u003eThe other person was a young man, who sauntered out of a first-class carriage, with a cigar in his lips, and his soft traveling cap a little on one side, and with that air which individuals who have been lucky enough to be born with silver spoons in their mouths naturally acquire, or are endowed with. Standing on the platform, as if it and the whole Great South-Northern Railway system belonged to him, this young gentleman at last caught sight of the porter.\u003cbr\u003e\"Hi, porter!\" he called, and when the man came up, quickening his pace as he took in the tall, well-dressed figure of his summoner, the young man continued with a smile, \"Sorry to tear you away from your bosom friend, my man, but there's a portmanteau of mine in the van, or should be.\"\u003cbr\u003eThe porter touched his hat, and was going toward the van, when the young man called after him:\u003cbr\u003e\"See to that young lady first,\" he said, indicating with a slight nod the young girl, who was struggling with the bag and the parcel.\u003cbr\u003eSomewhat surprised at this display of unselfishness, the porter turned like a machine, and addressed the girl; the young man sauntered down the platform and, leaning over the fence, surveyed the June roses in the station-master's garden with an indolent and good-tempered patience.\u003cbr\u003e[Pg 4]\u003cbr\u003e\"Any luggage, miss?\" asked the porter.\u003cbr\u003e\"No; nothing but these,\" said the girl. \"Here is the ticket;\" then she looked round. \"Can you tell me how far Leyton Court is from the station?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Little better than two miles and a half,\" replied the porter.\u003cbr\u003e\"Two miles and a half—that means three miles,\" said the girl, and she looked inquiringly at the road and across the fields, over which the dying sun was sending a warm, rich crimson.\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, miss. Will you have a fly? There is one outside,\" he added, with a touch of impatience, for it seemed highly improbable that more than twopence—at the most—could proceed from his present job, while sixpence or a shilling, no doubt, awaited him from the aristocratic young gentleman still lounging over the garden fence. The girl thought a moment; then, with the faintest flush, said:\u003cbr\u003e\"No, thank you. I will leave my luggage; there will be something, some cart——\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Carrier's cart goes to the Court every evening!\" broke in the porter, and, seizing the bag and the parcel, and dropping them in a corner with that sublime indifference to the safety of other people's goods which only a railway porter can adequately display, hurried off to the other passenger.\u003cbr\u003eThe young girl went with a light step down the station stairs, and having reached the road, stopped.\u003cbr\u003e\"How stupid of me!\" she said. \"I ought to have asked the way.\"\u003cbr\u003eShe was turning back to worry the porter once more when she saw a finger-post, upon which was written, \"To Leyton Court,\" and, with a little sigh of relief, she went down the road indicated.\u003cbr\u003eMeanwhile the porter had got the portmanteau, and stood awaiting the passenger's pleasure.\u003cbr\u003eAfter a minute or two, and in the most leisurely fashion possible, the young man turned to him.\u003cbr\u003e\"Got the bag? All right. I'm going to Leyton Court.\" The porter touched his cap. \"Is there anything here that can take me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"There's a fly, sir,\" said the porter, nodding toward the road, where a shambling kind of vehicle on its last wheels, attached to a horse on its last legs, stood expectantly.\u003cbr\u003eThe young man surveyed the turn-out, and laughed.\u003cbr\u003e\"All right; take the bag down to it. Wait! here's a drink for you. By the way, where can I get one for myself? No inn or anything here?\"\u003cbr\u003e\"No, sir, nothing,\" said the porter, with almost pathetic[Pg 5] sadness. \"Nearest is at Parrock's Cross, a mile and a half on the road.\"\u003cbr\u003e\"Then I shall have to remain thirsty till I get to Parrock's Cross,\" said the young man, with an easy smile. \"Do you think your horse can get as far as that, my friend?\" he added to the driver.\u003cbr\u003eThe man grunted, mounted the box, and the Noah's ark rattled slowly away.\u003cbr\u003eThe young man lit another cigar, put up his feet on the opposite cushions, and surveyed the scenery, through eyes half closed, in perfect contentment, good humor, and indolent laziness. Presently they came abreast of the young girl, who was stepping along with the graceful gait which belongs to youth, and health, and good breeding.\u003cbr\u003e\"Now, I wonder where she is going?\" he said to himself as he looked at her. \"If she were a man now, I would give her a lift; as it is——By George! she's pretty though.","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47111163576560,"sku":"2940148212126","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148212126_p0.jpg?v=1763698931","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148212126","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}