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The Shell and the Glasses
"Allright?"
"S’poseso."
Atlength,saveforanoccasionalrustle,theshelterwassilent.Anoblongofblacknessrelievedwithbrilliantspangleshungbeforethemandtherewasthehollowsoundofsurfonthereef.Ralphsettledhimselfforhisnightlygameofsupposing....
Supposingtheycouldbetransportedhomebyjet,thenbeforemorningtheywouldlandatthatbigairfieldinWiltshire.Theywouldgobycar;no,forthingstobeperfecttheywouldgobytrain;allthewaydowntoDevonandtakethatcottageagain.Thenatthefootofthegardenthewildponieswouldcomeandlookoverthewall....
Ralphturnedrestlesslyintheleaves.Dartmoorwaswildandsoweretheponies.Buttheattractionofwildnesshadgone.
Hismindskatedtoaconsiderationofatamedtownwheresavagerycouldnotsetfoot.Whatcouldbesaferthanthebuscenterwithitslampsandwheels?
Allatonce,Ralphwasdancingroundalampstandard.Therewasabuscrawlingoutofthebusstation,astrangebus....
"Ralph!Ralph!"
"Whatisit?"
"Don’tmakeanoiselikethat—"
