industry-scarred

Updated: May 25, 2025

So the bishop, after a hasty and not too digestible lunch in the refreshment room at Pringle, was now in a fly that smelt of straw and suggested infectious hospital patients, on his way through the industry-scarred countryside to this second conversation. The countryside had never seemed so scarred to him as it did that day.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - Soul of a Bishop