Noted Speeches of Abraham Lincoln

A young man came out of the Victoria station, looking undecidedly at the taxi-cabs, dark-red and black, pressing against the kerb under the glass-roof. Several men in greatcoats and brass buttons jerked themselves erect to catch his attention, at the same time keeping an eye on the other people as they filtered through the open doorways of the station. Berry, however, was occupied by one of the men, a big, burly fellow whose blue eyes glared back and whose red-brown moustache bristled in defiance. 'Do you want a cab, sir?' the man asked, in a half-mocking, challenging voice. Berry hesitated still. 'Are you Daniel Sutton?' he asked. 'Yes, ' replied the other defiantly, with uneasy conscience. 'Then you are my uncle, ' said Berry. They were alike in colouring, and somewhat in features, but the taxi driver was a powerful, well-fleshed man who glared at the world aggressively, being really on the defensive against his own heart. His nephew, of the same height, was thin, well-dressed, quiet and indifferent in his manner. And yet they were obviously kin.