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Brendon mounted the bicycle, switched on the light, and, apparently with perfect confidence, started to pedal along the coastal road in the direction opposite to that in which the guard-house lay.
But, certainly, he could not have been really quite so confident as he seemed, for he was well aware that there might be some very awkward moments before him, until he had finally passed through the cordon flung round the far side of the bay.