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He
found
himself
standing
under
a
row
of
trees.
But
not
hornbeam
trees:
these
were
tall
palms,
and
they
were
growing,
like
the
trees
in
Oxford,
in
a
row
along
the
grass.
But
this
was
the
center
of
a
broad
boulevard,
and
at
the
side
of
the
boulevard
was
a
line
of
cafes
and
small
shops,
all
brightly
lit,
all
open,
and
all
utterly
silent
and
empty
beneath
a
sky
thick
with
stars.
The
hot
night
was
laden
with
the
scent
of
flowers
and
with
the
salt
smell
of
the
sea.
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