The Thirty-Nine Steps--Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN: The Dry-Fly Fisherman
I sat down on a hill-top and took stock of my position. I wasn’t feeling very happy, for my natural thankfulness at my escape was clouded by my severe bodily discomfort. Those lentonite fumes had fairly poisoned me, and the baking hours on the dovecot hadn’t helped matters. I had a crushing headache, and felt as sick …
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