He was
in front of
the fire, round-shouldered, his hands in his coat pockets, his feet thrust into a pair of
Ravelston’s slippers which were much too big for him.
the fire, round-shouldered, his hands in his coat pockets, his feet thrust into a pair of
Ravelston’s slippers which were much too big for him.
Orwell - Keep the Apidistra Flying
