News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance — John Shaqi
News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian RomanceMorris, William
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News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest: Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance
Morris, William
Utopias
The date shut my mouth as if a key had been turned in a padlock fixed to
my lips; for I saw that something inexplicable had happened, and that if
I said much, I should be mixed up in a game of cross questions and
crooked answers. So I tried to look unconcerned, and to glance in a
matter-of-course way at the banks of the river, though this is what I saw
up to the bridge and a little beyond; say as far as the site of the soap-
works. Both shores had a line of very pretty houses, low and not large,
standing back a little way from the river; they were mostly built of red
brick and roofed with tiles, and looked, above all, comfortable, and as
if they were, so to say, alive, and sympathetic with the life of the
dwellers in them. There was a continuous garden in front of them, going
down to the water's edge, in which the flowers were now blooming
luxuriantly, and sending delicious waves of summer scent over the eddying
stream. Behind the houses, I could see great trees rising, mostly
planes, and looking down the water there were the reaches towards Putney
almost as if they were a lake with a forest shore, so thick were the big
trees; and I said aloud, but as if to myself--
"Well, I'm glad that they have not built over Barn Elms."
I blushed for my fatuity as the words slipped out of my mouth, and my
companion looked at me with a half smile which I thought I understood; so
to hide my confusion I said, "Please take me ashore now: I want to get my
breakfast."
He nodded, and brought her head round with a sharp stroke, and in a trice
we were at the landing-stage again. He jumped out and I followed him;
and of course I was not surprised to see him wait, as if for the
inevitable after-piece that follows the doing of a service to a fellow-
citizen. So I put my hand into my waistcoat-pocket, and said, "How
much?" though still with the uncomfortable feeling that perhaps I was
offering money to a gentleman.
He looked puzzled, and said, "How much? I don't quite understand what
you are asking about. Do you mean the tide? If so, it is close on the
turn now."
I blushed, and said, stammering, "Please don't take it amiss if I ask
you; I mean no offence: but what ought I to pay you? You see I am a
stranger, and don't know your customs--or your coins."
And therewith I took a handful of money out of my pocket, as one does in
a foreign country. And by the way, I saw that the silver had oxydised,
and was like a blackleaded stove in colour.
He still seemed puzzled, but not at all offended; and he looked at the
coins with some curiosity. I thought, Well after all, he _is_ a
waterman, and is considering what he may venture to take. He seems such
a nice fellow that I'm sure I don't grudge him a little over-payment. I
wonder, by the way, whether I couldn't hire him as a guide for a day or
two, since he is so intelligent.
Therewith my new friend said thoughtfully:
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