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"This goes to our brushwood pile," said his companion; and all his trouble was at an end. He took a pony, because he understood that this was the Thirty Mile Ride and he must ride swiftly, and raced through the clattering tunnels and round the curves, always downhill, till he heard the sea to his left, and saw it raging under a full moon, against sandy cliffs. THIS GOES TO OUR BRUSHWOOD PILE SAID HIS COMPANION AND ALL HIS TROUBLE WAS AT AN END HE TOOK A PONY BECAUSE HE UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS WAS THE THIRTY MILE RIDE AND HE MUST RIDE SWIFTLY AND RACE THROUGH THE CLATTERING TUNNELS AND ROUND THE CURVES ALWAYS DOWN HILL TILL HE HEARD THE SEA TWIST LEFT AND SAW IT RAGING UNDER A FULL MOON AGAINST SANDY CLIFFS
o nothing less than a sixth quarter of the globe, beyond the most remote imagining of man—a place where islands were coloured yellow and blue, their lettering strung across their faces. They gave on unknown seas, and Georgie’s urgent desire was to return swiftly across this floating atlas to known bearings. He told himself repeatedly that it was no good to hurry; but still he hurried desperately, and the islands slipped and slid under his feet; the straits yawned and widened, till he found himself utterly lost in the world’s fourth dimension, with no hope of return. Yet only a little distance away he could see the old world with the rivers and mountain-chains marked according to the Sandhurst rules of mapmaking. Then that person for whom he had come to the Lily Lock (that was its name) ran up across unexplored territories, and showed him away. They fled hand in hand till they reached a road that spanned ravines, and ran along the edge of precipices, and was tunnelled through mountains. ROLLING MAPS TO NOTHING LESS THAN A SIXTH QUARTER OF THE GLOBE BEYOND THE MOST REMOTE IMAGINING OF MAN A PLACE WHERE ISLANDS WERE COLOURED YELLOW AND BLUE THEIR LETTERINGS STRUNG ACROSS THEIR FACES THEY GAVE ON UNKNOWN SEAS AND GEORGIE'S URGENT DESIRE WAS TO RETURN SWIFTLY ACROSS THIS FLOATING ATLAS TO KNOWN BEARINGS HE TOLD HIMSELF REPEATEDLY THAT IT WAS NO GOOD TO HURRY BUT STILL HE HURRIED DESPERATELY AND THE ISLAND SLIPPED AND SLID UNDER HIS FEET THE STREETS YAWNED AND WIDENED TILL HE FOUND HIMSELF UTTERLY LOST IN THE WORLD'S FOURTH DIMENSION WITH NO HOPE OF RETURN YET ONLY A LITTLE DISTANCE AWAY HE COULD SEE THE OLD WORLD WITH THE RIVERS AND MOUNTAIN CHAINS MARKED ACCORDING TO THE SANDHURST RULES OF BACK MAKING THEN THAT PERSON FOR WHOM HE HAD COME TO THE LILY LOCK THAT WAS ITS NAME RAN UP ACROSS UNEXPLORED TERRITORIES AND SHOWED HIM THE WAY THEY FLED HAND IN HAND TILL THEY REACHED A ROAD THAT SPANNED RAVINES AND RAN ALONG THE EDGE OF PRECIPICES AND WAS TUNNELLED THROUGH MOUNTAINS
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