He looked with disdain at the endless confused mass of detachments, carts, guns, artillery, and again baggage wagons and vehicles of all kinds overtaking one another and blocking the muddy road, three and sometimes four abreast.
Fentolin was still leaning forward in his strange little vehicle. The colour seemed to have left even his lips.
They had only to turn a tap, and for six hours the gas would light and warm this comfortable vehicle.
Mudge, who was at the rudder, kept in a straight line, and by a turn of his hand checked the lurches which the vehicle had a tendency to make.
But before she had quite reached it another vehicle shot out from a clump of trees on the summit, came round the bend of the road there, passed the luggage-cart, and halted beside Tess, who looked up as if in great surprise.
The coach, now having received its company, began to move forwards, attended by many servants, and led by two captains, who had before rode with his lordship, and who would have been dismissed from the vehicle upon a much less worthy occasion than was this of accommodating two ladies.
The vehicle was not exactly a gig, neither was it a stanhope.
Right across the pavement she thrust him, and, pushing him up against the wheel, she banged his head three several times against the side of his own vehicle.
Just before she reached the vehicle, Carl leaped in beside his confederate, slamming the door behind him.
(much the worse for the vehicle), and cleaned themselves of their mess.
His eyes were fixed on the young man in terror, and he immediately descended from the vehicle in an inexpressible state of agitation.
“You could hardly be expected to see me,” the man replied, civilly, approaching the side of the vehicle; “and the noise of the creek prevented my hearing you.”
