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It was still light; the sky, faintly green, a tinge as of stale blood along the horizon, as Sophie and Potch walked down the road to the hall. At a little distance the big building showed dark and ungainly against the sky. Its double doors were open, and a wash of dull, golden light came out from it into the twilight, with the noise of people laughing and talking.
"It's like old times, isn't it, Potch" -- Sophie's fingers closed over Potch's arm -- "to be going to a Ridge dance?"