The men had been hiding down by the gatekeeper's lodge for half an hour or so, passing a bottle of the best between, and then, the gatekeeper having been carried off to bed, they dodged up the path at six in the evening and looked at the great house with the warm lights lit in each window.
- From "The Terrible Conflagration Up at The Place" in I Sing the Body Electric! by Ray Bradbury
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