Ground fog had been hanging about all day, and after leaving Cambridge we had the curious experience of running through quite a thick fog, yet above the top of which most of the signals were clearly visible.
His hat sat at a rakish angle giving him a sporty appearance.
That two-timing SOB really hurt my feelings.
I ran from one place to another, and as it was not difficult to get a shot at him, I fired several times, but only made miss after miss.
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