It is a summer evening; the coachman has set me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take me no farther for the sum I had given, and I was not possessed of another shilling in the world. The coach is a mile off by this time; I am alone.
Es una tarde de verano. El coche me ha dejado en un lugar llamado Whitcross, ya que la cantidad pagada no alcanzaba para transportar más adelante y yo no poseía ni otro chelín siquiera.