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Aldous Huxley

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CROME YELLOW 

By 

ALDOUS HUXLEY 

CHAPTER I. 

Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed.
All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the
stations.  Denis knew the names of those stations by heart.
Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West
Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.  Camlet was where he
always got out, leaving the train to creep indolently onward,
goodness only knew whither, into the green heart of England. 

They were snorting out of West Bowlby now.  It was the next
station, thank Heaven.  Denis took his chattels off the rack and
piled them neatly in the corner opposite his own.  A futile

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