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The little train came to a stop at our station and we got out, very glad to be so near home at last．The 1 part of the journey from London had been quite comfortable; 2 when we had changed into the little train, we were, already tired and dirty, and the 3 run, with its frequent stops at unimportant villages, had only made us 4 tired and dirty．
There was a carriage 5 for us at the station, 6 by two black horses．As soon as we and our bags 7 in, the driver waved his whip and we set off through the snowy forest．Even 8 the forest it was growing dark：it was the 9 day of the year, and the sky was 10 with clouds．Among the trees it seemed as if it was in the middle of a moonless night, the oil lamps on our carriage 11 just enough light for the driver to 12 his way and for us to be able to 13 that we were driving between thick walls of trees．
After 14 seemed like two hours to us(but was actually only an hour), at last we 15 my friends house．First we saw a row of lights 16 came from the windows, and then we were suddenly at the door, 17 about half a dozen children 18 all ages shouting and asking questions 19 together．As we were getting out of the carriage, a fine old lady with white hair came out, 20 I recognized without difficulty as my friend’s mother．
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