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the apprentice with the high collar holds them open. There are words of
greeting. "South Coast," you hear; and "splendid weather--splendid." He
sighs. "Yes--swapped him off for a couple of sovs. It's a juiced good
machine."
The gate closes upon him with a slam, and he vanishes from our ken.
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