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"Guard! What place is this?""Mugby Junction, sir.""A windy place!""Yes, it mostly is, sir.""And looks comfortless indeed!""Yes, it generally does, sir.""Is it a rainy night still?""Pours, sir.""Open the door. I'll get out.""You'll have, sir," said the guard, glistening with drops of wet, and looking at the tearful face of his watch by the light of his lantern as the traveller descended, "three minutes here.""More, I think.-For I am not going on.""Thought you had a through ticket, sir?""So I have, but I shall sacrifice the rest of it. I want my luggage."