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The great ship lay sleekly quiet under the slanting sun, the passengers like ants measured against its giant hull. Clink, clink, clink went the coins into the counting box, the light over each seat going on with the clink of the coin.
Then they were seated, the lights all on, and the tractor was pulling the giant to the channelled runway, guarded by the blast walls.