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He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the
imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in
darkness. Marvel. "'You've
a long journey before you. \" She looked at
Mike. They did not speak until he had driven past town
limits and were on the highway. The
ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where
any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or
festooned with dusty cobwebs. It exists because of the efforts of hundreds
of volunteers and donations from people in all walks of life. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man.
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