Things I want to do before I die.



She looked past the lady out of the window at the people who seemed whirling by as they ran beside the train or stood on the platform.

The train, jerking at regular intervals at the junctions of the rails, rolled by the platform, past a stone wall, a signal-box, past other trains; the wheels, moving more smoothly and evenly, resounded with a slight clang on the rails.

The window was lighted up by the bright evening sun, and a slight breeze fluttered the curtain.

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