A small khaki bag, too big to be a purse and not quite big enough to be a knapsack, was slung over one shoulder.
It was still out of position, but people rarely noticed things like that.
It was 1942, and good times had come around again.
Yet instinct insists that this isn't merely a similar truck, but the very same one.
James was very shabby, in his black coat and dark grey trousers, and his cheap grey cap.
While I was there, one night's catch was four thousand pounds.
Perhaps that is why she was an old maid.
This presently took the form of "daring.