Excerpt from Eight Short Stories IT had rained heavily all day, and a cold, damp wind was blowing down the platform. The train was already late and would be later, I was told. I made up my mind to at least an hour's delay, and began to walk up and down to keep myself warm. The platform was crowded with people: with ordinary travellers, with farmers and their wives returning from a market, with the strings of girls with arms linked and the groups of young men who crowd the railway stations in the evening in Ireland, and it was five or ten minutes before I caught sight of the little group which has filled my thoughts ever since. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.