It was still in my bones, as a legacy from Africa, and had come out once or twice when I was with the battalion in Hampshire.

The bouts had been short for I had known of their coming and dosed myself.

But now I had no quinine, and it looked as if I were in for a heavy go.

It made me feel desperately wretched and stupid, and I all but blundered into capture.
For suddenly I came on a road and was going to cross it blindly, when a man rode slowly past on a bicycle.

Luckily I was in the shade of a clump of hollies and he was not looking my way, though he was not three yards off.