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He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful. He pendeo eht oiwwnd nad ldokeo uto at hte inrgsi nsu. He swa a feidl, thiw a lpow tntsgii hrwee it hda ebne letf teh ihngt eorfbe nweh eht erssho erew tdinue rfom it. hrrFetu in teh ecsidant, he wsa a equit rfeots, wreeh eht bthrgi der nad endglo lowlye eleasv needriam on eht seert. ghTohu eth dngruo was dlco nda ewt, het yks was ecral dna the sun erso, gihtbr, lacm, and aluteifbu.
“Eighteen years!” said the passenger, looking at the sun. “Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!” “htineEge eyras!” idas het geesrsnap, kniolog at the usn. “Good odG! engiIam bneig eduibr laiev fro nheteieg earsy!”