The Cleric's Secret w/ DirectLink Technology (Religious Book)

JAMES SLADE was tired, and legitimately so, for London was sweating in the embrace of a heat wave, and Mr. Slade had been doing business with his wholesalers, so, at Fenchurch Street station he entered a first-class compartment and placing his hat in the rack, snuggled down into a corner seat and waited for some official person to arrive, to whom he could tender the additional tribute. Mr. Slade was for the moment alone in the carriage, and both windows were down, but this London station seemed airless. Mr. Slade sat and thought of a chair in the garden, and sea-breezes, and a glass of Eliza's home-made lemonade. Moreover, as one of Southfleet's most singular and successful citizens he could claim, even with humility, the prestige of first-class travel.