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Twelve weeks had elapsed -- cold, weary weeks of constant sledging over those bleak, snow-bound plains, westward, back to civilisation.
On the twenty-seventh of April -- I have, alas! cause to remember the date -- at six o'clock in the evening, I alighted from the train at Brighton, and Hartwig came eagerly forward to greet me.