You might bring it back with you from Dover, if you will,' and he stood watching the train until it disappeared under the shed.
Then he walked into the waiting-room.

He saw Clarice seated in a corner, and went straight to her.

She noticed that his face was white and set, and she rose with some instinct of defiance.

'I owe you an apology,' he said abruptly.

'The _Meteor_ is untrue from the first word to the last.