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In the interest of their near approach to their journey's end, Philippa put her recent fellow-travellers out of her mind. The afternoon was drawing in as she stepped out on to the platform at Wyverston; a fresh, invigorating breeze met her, bringing with it what she could almost have fancied a faint scent of the sea.
"We are not very far from the coast, I know," she thought to herself, "but I had no idea it was such hilly country. It must be very bleak in winter," and the thought made her hasten to her sister to ensure her wrapping up before leaving the shelter of her comfortable compartment.