/0/8433/coverbig.jpg?v=3471393a40a632b9bd5fe59575b397e0)
Chapter 15 FOUR O'CLOCK AT THE INN
Ten miles out, on the Titian Road, is the Inn of the Twisted Pines. Something more than two centuries of storms and sunshine have left its logs and plaster wrinkled and weather-beaten, yet the house stands as stanch and strong as the day the last pin was driven, and the painted sign and the bunch of furze hung above the entrance.
The old soldier
/0/12359/coverbig.jpg?v=20240628172855)
/0/15336/coverbig.jpg?v=c9fe27c8e94eb88ba43f2ca295c88383)
/0/1113/coverbig.jpg?v=a2409c24f04d5192057cb1242c663e4a)
/0/1112/coverbig.jpg?v=788a5b71dbd3b05aef805512df97a28e)
/0/2560/coverbig.jpg?v=f8aef2d04d92ea4d5c78ec8f24cb99a0)
/0/4991/coverbig.jpg?v=dd836215175238d29ce32e0104634b2f)