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From the nearest railway station to Silliram, our journey south was both monotonous and dusty. The country we passed through was disappointingly flat and uninteresting; a reddish brown plain, broken here and there by serrated hills of red sandstone, which at times gave the illusive impression of castles, battlements and fortresses.
During our long _tête-à-tête_, Ronnie and I had found plenty to say to one another on many subjects, besides lengthy discussions on Aunt Mina's delinquencies and Mrs. Hayes-Billington's past. With respect to these topics Ronnie was forcibly eloquent.