sibil

Updated: May 11, 2025

But mile after mile we went without a sound from him; and when, in sheer despair, I slowed down and asked him a direction, he was on me like a tiger, and I must race again for very life. Through Haverhill, thence to Sibil Ingham and Halstead ay, until the very spires of Colchester stood out in the dawn light, that race went on.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car