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Nine years ago, as I was sitting in the "George" at Robertsbridge, drinking that port of theirs and staring at the fire, there arose in me a multitude of thoughts through which at last came floating a vision of the woods of home and of another place -- the lake where the Arun rises.
And I said to myself, inside my own mind: