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The great doors of the Royal Air Force hangars opened wide at 3 a. m. One sleek machine after another was wheeled out. The deep-throated roar of their engines being tuned up fairly shook the field. Since midnight they had been converging on the new R. A. F. airdrome at Mildenhall, 60 miles from London. Over the field and its floodlights hung pitch-black night.
Motors warmed, the 20 planes were lined up in two rows for the start of the greatest air race in aviation history. Chattering in little groups...
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