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Updated: June 27, 2025
Barry Raymond drew the latchkey out of the door and entered his small flat in Kensington just as the clock in the tiny hall chimed the hour of ten. It was a wet night; and he drew off his Burberry and hung it up with a sense of pleasure in being again in his cosy little eyrie at the top of the chilly stone steps.
Mike, shuffling across to school in a Burberry, met Adair at Downing's gate. These moments are always difficult. Mike stopped he could hardly walk on as if nothing had happened and looked down at his feet. "Coming across?" he said awkwardly. "Right ho!" said Adair. They walked on in silence. "It's only about ten to, isn't it?" said Mike.
But we must carry on. In which direction, should you say, does this arena lie?" It had begun to rain as they left Billy's lodgings. Psmith turned up the collar of his Burberry. "We suffer much in the cause of Literature," he said. "Let us inquire of this genial soul if he knows where the Highfield is." The pedestrian referred to proved to be going there himself.
Pleasant it was in the cool of the evening to go to sleep with one's Burberry as a pillow. The stars shone kindly down, as they had shone long ago upon the heroes of the Iliad on the Plains of Troy, seven miles away across the Dardanelles, upon the Crusaders and Byzantines. You were asleep in a moment, and hardly stirred until 5 A.M., when it was time for "Stand to."
The only occupant of Chauvin's studio was a romantic-looking man wearing a very dirty smock, a man who looked like an illustration for La Vie de Bohème, so that a stranger must have mistaken him for a celebrated artist although he actually combined the duties of a concierge with those of a charwoman. He displayed no surprise when Flamby came in, wild-haired, arrayed in Paul's Burberry.
I was absolutely alone. Perhaps I had been sitting thus half an hour, wrapped up in a Burberry, when I heard a soft footstep approaching, and my man Brooks stood before me. I noticed that he too looked depressed, and I put his expression down too to the effect of the weather. He stood there for a moment in silence, then preferred a request. "May I speak to you for a few minutes, sir?" he asked.
The Subaltern looked up, and caught the eye of an Officer being carried off on a stretcher. His mutilated leg was covered by his Burberry. He instantly recognised him as an Officer who had "brought out" a "draft" some time previously. If he were suffering great pain, he did not show it. He seemed annoyed, and a little ashamed.
The Burberry wind-proof outer garments were old and in poor order for the start of a season's sledging. Three tents were available, one sound one landed from the 'Aurora', and two old ones left by Captain Scott. Mackintosh had enough sledges, but the experience of the first journey with the dogs had been unfortunate, and there were now only four useful dogs left.
She did not look up. Paul's Harris tweed coat had a faint odour of peat and tobacco. She realised that she was clutching him for support. He was carrying a light Burberry on his arm, and he held it open for her. "Slip this on, Flamby," he said, in the same low, steady voice, "and sit there on the ledge for a moment."
"Here you are," she said, holding out the box. The visitor, cigarette in mouth and hands in pockets, sauntered into the room and took it from her. He was young, English, immaculately dressed, except for a rather baggy Burberry, worn loosely over his tweed suit, and he carried a pair of very smart motoring gloves, which he cast upon the table.
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