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CHAPTER XII THE ENTRANCE INTO EDEN They had travelled through the night, and in the early morning left the express at a junction. Honora sat in the straight-backed seat of the smaller train with parted lips and beating heart, gazing now and again at the pearly mists rising from the little river valley they were climbing. Chiltern was like a schoolboy. "We'll soon be there," he cried, but it was nearly nine o'clock when they reached the Gothic station that marked the end of the line