all as you may wish. Of course tea is served at four o'clock and it may be taken in the restaurant car or in your compartment.
It was with a sigh of relief and with a tinge of disappointment that I arrived at Victoria Station. London has no imposing union station, but seven smaller stations located in the various boroughs of the city. At some time during my stay I made a trip from all seven stations: Victoria, Paddington, King's Cross, St. Pancras, Euston, Charing Cross, and Waterloo. At Victoria I was again exposed to the routine of the customs, but this was no ordeal as the luggage was placed alphabetically on the station platform and it was only necessary to take a custom officer to your initial and help him ferret out your luggage. With trembling hands I unlocked my trunk and bags and watched the officer inspect my belongings. I did not have to pay any tax. At last I was ready to seek College Hall, my home during my year in London.
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