Elizabeth Visits America
We waved a kind of grateful goodbye and went our different ways and beyond its raining most of the time we had a quick journey; but at last we felt in the dusk we were off the right road. Like all chauffeurs ours had whizzed past every notice of the direction-so carefully printed up as they are in France too.
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