Suddenly a loud beep was heard and the train stopped. As a result, Harold crashed into a seat in front of him and all of his and Roger's belongings fell to the ground.
“What happened here?” Harold asks as he cleans his clothes and sits down back in his seat.
"Well, wise sir, it's obvious the train has stopped," Roger replied sarcastically and looked out the window.
"I know that!" Harold said annoyedly. "But why did it stop so suddenly when we were right next to Stamford station? We can even see it now!"
"The strom devastated the area...well, Mr. Higher - class, let‘s go to see what happened," Roger said as if he hadn‘t heard Harold‘s complaint.
Roger stood up and limped towards the cart door. Even though Harold wanted to say something about the nickname he just received, he didn‘t dare to say a word and quietly followed Roger‘s limping. When they both got out of the cart they saw that most of the men who were on the train now were gathering in front of it. They were also joined by passengers from Stamford train station. Everyone looked
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