The sun still had more than two hours to go on its journey to the hill crests when the train pulled into Brampton station.
And letters from my father tell me of L20 hurt done to us at Brampton.
Cynthia insisted upon walking with her friend down the street to the hotel—an undertaking that was without danger in Brampton.
The quick, searching eyes of Brampton rested on the clerk, and he took in his woeful condition with the rapidity of his trade.
