By Reef and Palm

Louis Becke

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A swirl of wet leaves from the night-hidden trees decorating the little station beat against the closed doors of the carriages. The porter hurried along holding his bleareyed lantern to the different windows, and calling the name of the township in language peculiar to porters. There was only one ticket to collect.