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It was little more than a mile from the asylum gates to the bank of the river, but their progress was slow, for Sarle was obliged to drive most carefully. The road was narrow, and the surface so slippery, that even a slight skid might have landed them instantly axle-deep into the soft marshlands over the side.
No one spoke for a minute or two, all of them being apparently engrossed in peering ahead for the incidence of some possible mishap. A slight rain was falling, and it was very dark inside the car.