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24 July. Whitby. Lucy  met me  at the station, looking sweeter and lovlier than ever, and we  drove up to the house at the Crescent in which they have rooms.  This is  a lovely place.  The little river, the Esk, runs through a deep valley, which broadens out as it comes near the harbour. A great viaduct runs across, with high piers, through which the view seems somehow further away than it really is.  The valley is beautifully green, and it is so steep  that when  you are on the high land on either side you look right across  it,  unless you are near enough to see down.  

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