. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . On the Toss of a Penny By Cecil de Thierry HE leant back among the fern, tired out with his days him rested his swag, too small and light for prosperity,and behind him his battered wideawake hat, which had fallen offwhen he threw himself down. All about him lay the mellowradiance of the setting sun. He should have been pushing on to the township, whose squareoutlines peeped out from the trees in the hollow; but the rest wasa luxury too tempting to be resisted. For the moment thedrowsy silence of late afternoon, so soothing af
. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . On the Toss of a Penny By Cecil de Thierry HE leant back among the fern, tired out with his days him rested his swag, too small and light for prosperity,and behind him his battered wideawake hat, which had fallen offwhen he threw himself down. All about him lay the mellowradiance of the setting sun. He should have been pushing on to the township, whose squareoutlines peeped out from the trees in the hollow; but the rest wasa luxury too tempting to be resisted. For the moment thedrowsy silence of late afternoon, so soothing after the heat anddust of the many miles he had walked since early morning, lulledto sleep his most crying necessities. The spring of the fern, too,was as grateful to his tired limbs as the finest upholstered couch ;and its scent he would not have exchanged for the most costlyperfume in the world. But presently the gnawing sensation of hunger began to assertitself again, and he slowly drew himself into a sitting experience told him that, t
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