The Craze of Christina — page 109: what you’re looking at

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-_ _ The Craze of Christina. 105 CHAPTER VIII. On the following day, which was Sunday, it - poured from morning til] night. A wet Sunday is one of the most distressing dispensations that the weather clerk has it in his power to inflict upon the long-suffering British nation. Oldcastle High Street was a river of mud and slush. Nobody who could help it stirred out of doors. For a brief space indeed, during the morning hours, a few undaunted church-goers pattered past the windows under waterproofs and dripping umbrellas, looking the picture of misery; by-and-by they came back again and dispersed to their respective homes with fixed intentions in their religious souls to stir no more from their own firesides. Miss Ashley kept close under the sheets; it would be madness, she told her ‘‘secretary,’’ to get up on sucha day. And Miss Pratt agreed, and recommended her not to move, Mis; Ashley had questioned her narrowly with regard to yesterday’s proceedings, more Comichooks.co =