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 with a Virginia cigarette, talkative and wearing his heart on his sleeve. And we shall pass the time of day as if we knew each other.

That low strip on the horizon is already Holland with its windmills, avenues, and black-and-white cows; an even and pleasant country, homely, cordial and cosy.

In the meanwhile the white coast of England has vanished; what a pity that I forgot to say good-bye to it. But when I am home, I shall meditate on everything I have seen, and whatever may be the topic of conversation—the education of children or transport problems, literature or the respect of man