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The road was eaten away in places, and the sea lashed at him—black, foamless tongues of smooth and glossy rollers; but he was sure that there was less danger from the sea than from "Them," whoever "They" were, inland to his right. THE ROAD WAS EATEN AWAY IN PLACES AND THE SEA LASHED AT HIM BLACK FOAMLESS TONGUES OF SMOOTH AND GLOSSY ROLLERS BUT HE WAS SURE THAT THERE WAS LESS DANGER FROM THE SEA THAN FROM THEM WHOEVER THEY WERE INLAND TO HIS RIGHT
elf 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. “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. It was heavy going, but he recognised the nature of the country, the dark-purple downs inland, and the bents that whistled in the wind. ED 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 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 IT WAS HEAVY GOING BUT HE RECOGNIZED THE NATURE OF THE COUNTRY THE DARK PURPLE DOWNS IN LAND AND THE BENTS THAT WHISTLED IN THE WIND
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