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The hush of Christmas Eve lay upon the tumble-down cottage, and on the soft fresh snow outside, and the lamps were burning quietly in the workshop, where father and son were sitting before the finished Motor.
The little City was there too, but not between them now, though Newton had taken off its brown paper cover in honour of the great event which was about to take place.