Out of the Silent Planet
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out of the Silent planet by C. S. Lewis. The last drops of the thunder shower had hardly ceased falling when the pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut tree into the middle of the road. Ah, violent yellow sunset was pouring through a rift in the clouds toe westward, but straight ahead over the hills, the sky was the color of dark slate. Every tree and blade of grass was dripping and the road shone like a river. The pedestrian wasted no time on the landscape, but set out at once with the determined stride of a good walker who has lately realised that he will have to walk further than he intended. That indeed, was his situation. If he had chosen to look back, which he did not, he could have seen the spire of much natter B and seeing it might have uttered, um, al Addiction on the inhospitable little hotel, which, though obviously empty, had refused him a bed. The place had changed hands since he last went walking on a tour. In these parts, the kindly old landlord on whom he had reckoned had been replaced by someone whom the barmaid referred to as the lady and the lady was apparently a British innkeeper of that Orthodox school who regard guests as a nuisance. His only chance now was stuck on the far side of the hills and a good six miles away. The map, marked in in at Stark. The pedestrian was to experience to build any very sanguine hopes on this, but there seemed nothing else within range. He walked fairly fast and doggedly, without looking much about him, like a man trying to shorten the way with some interesting train of thought. He was tall but a little round shouldered about 35 to 40 years of age and dressed with that particular kind of shabbiness, which marks a member of the intelligentsia on a holiday. He might easily have been mistaken for a doctor or schoolmaster at first sight, though he had not the men of the world air of the one or the in define herbal breeziness of the other. In fact, he was a philologist and fellow of a Cambridge college. His name was ransom