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Hearing Dane speak seemed to cause the driver some sort it grief as he rolled his neck and took a long pause to answer. By the time he had, they where at the enterance to the sprawling villa, just at the end of stone way where a bronze gateway sat open like the Jaws of a hungry beast.  The bus turned so that it's door was positioned at the gate and he pulled the break down. This time he looked back to answer, and did so loudly and more rudely.
"No" he repeated, his Italian accent bleeding through.

The bus driver pointed to the large building at the top of the hill and then waited for the students with harsh, irritated eyes.