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A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun,
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
And as the day advanced and the engine drivers and stokers refused to return to London