Dust: A Novel

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Excerpt from Dust: A Novel That same day the Brighton coach was bowling along the road to London at the rate of something over five minutes to the mile, a burly, much be-caped J ehu on the box and a couple of passengers on the seat on either side of him. The four horses, on whose glistening coats the sunshine shifted pleasantly, Seemed dwarfed by the blun dering structure which trundled at their heels, and which occasionally swayed top-heavily from side to Side like a vessel riding the seas. Jehu had for the time being sur rendered the reins to the young gentleman who sat beside him. The youth...