[Greenmantle by John Buchan]@TWC D-Link bookGreenmantle CHAPTER EIGHT 21/33
The place was so bad that I hoped travellers might be few.
And as I trudged, my thoughts were busy with my prospects as a stowaway. If I bought food, I might get a chance to lie snug on one of the barges.
They would not break bulk till they got to their journey's end. Suddenly I noticed that the steamer, which was now abreast me, began to move towards the shore, and as I came over a low rise, I saw on my left a straggling village with a church, and a small landing-stage.
The houses stood about a quarter of a mile from the stream, and between them was a straight, poplar-fringed road. Soon there could be no doubt about it.
The procession was coming to a standstill.
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