The air was pungent and leaden. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. Kneebone. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared.
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