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We call on Peter McIntyre in the dead of night , and only the dogs by their frenzied barking show any kind of surprise . His wife starts the customary brew going on the stove , and we settle down to the swapping of war reminiscences .
We call on Peter McIntyre in the dead of night , and only the dogs by their frenzied barking show any kind of surprise . His wife starts the customary brew going on the stove , and we settle down to the swapping of war reminiscences .
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She bet him £ 100 he would not spend a night there . " Done , " he said . It was a big house , derelict . He arrived in the evening and rang the bell . A man came to the door . " I've heard about you from Lady Meux .
She bet him £ 100 he would not spend a night there . " Done , " he said . It was a big house , derelict . He arrived in the evening and rang the bell . A man came to the door . " I've heard about you from Lady Meux .
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Lovely night . The river flowing gently . Frogs croaking . Fireflies winking . Crickets crooning . The feel of autumn in the air . Woodsmoke from our camp fire . Nearby the placid cows clomped and munched and blew out heavy sighs .
Lovely night . The river flowing gently . Frogs croaking . Fireflies winking . Crickets crooning . The feel of autumn in the air . Woodsmoke from our camp fire . Nearby the placid cows clomped and munched and blew out heavy sighs .
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