In Mr Standfast (1919), the third of the four novels featuring Richard Hannay, Hannay is brought out of the battlefield to perform the desperate task of tracking down and destroying a network of German spies.
In Mr Standfast (1919), the third of the four novels featuring Richard Hannay, Hannay is brought out of the battlefield to perform the desperate task of tracking down and destroying a network of German spies.
Can you wonder that, when the following noon I saw Santa Chiara sleeping in its green circlet of meadows, my thought was only of a deep draught and a cool chamber? I protest that I am a great lover of natural beauty, of rock and cascade, and all the properties of the poet: but the enthusiasm of Rousseau himself would sink from the stars to earth if he had marched since breakfast in a cloud of dust...
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