The Manor
"Five hundred faces, and all so strange!Life in front of me—home behind,I felt like a waif before the windTossed on an ocean of shock and change.
"Chorus. Yet the time may come, as the years go by,When your heart will thrillAt the thought of the Hill,And the day that you came so strange and shy."
The train slid slowly out of Harrow station.
Five minutes before, a man and a boy had been walking up and down the long platform....
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