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Book Excerpt: ...inging and steering of this car ten miles an hour was the limit for safety. The crest of the climb gave place to descent with such abruptness that Gees feared lest his exhaust pipe should scrape on the summit of the ridge: again he dipped down and down and down, until he saw four cottages of grey stone, two on each side of the way, and beyond them an inn which declared itself as the Royal George, with, almost facing it, a slightly larger cottage with a brightly lighted window in which were displayed bottles of old-fashioned sweets, packages of much-advertised soaps, and cigarette placards, together with a festoon of sausages."Odder," said Gees to himself, noting the white-lettered, blue enamel plate which declared this emporium as a post office and gave the name, "but it should be Much Odder".By this time, he had switched on his headlights, and the village slid into darkness behind him as the car wheels splashed through a tiny rivulet that crossed his way without the formality of a br...
