Greenmantle - John Buchan
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
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abominating the English and burning to strike a blow for you. But you haven't<br />
given me much cause to love you. For the last two days I've had nothing from<br />
you but suspicion and insult. The only decent man I've met is Herr Gaudian. It's<br />
because I believe that there are many in Germany like him that I'm prepared to<br />
go on with this business and do the best I can. But, by God, I wouldn't raise my<br />
little finger for your sake.'<br />
He looked at me very steadily for a minute. 'That sounds like honesty,' he said<br />
at last in a civil voice. 'You had better come down and get your coffee.'<br />
I was safe for the moment but in very low spirits. What on earth would<br />
happen to poor old Peter? I could do nothing even if I wanted, and, besides, my<br />
first duty was to my mission. I had made this very clear to him at Lisbon and he<br />
had agreed, but all the same it was a beastly reflection. Here was that ancient<br />
worthy left to the tender mercies of the people he most detested on earth. My<br />
only comfort was that they couldn't do very much with him. If they sent him to<br />
the front, which was the worst they could do, he would escape, for I would have<br />
backed him to get through any mortal lines. It wasn't much fun for me either.<br />
Only when I was to be deprived of it did I realize how much his company had<br />
meant to me. I was absolutely alone now, and I didn't like it. I seemed to have<br />
about as much chance of joining Blenkiron and Sandy as of flying to the moon.<br />
After breakfast I was told to get ready. When I asked where I was going<br />
Stumm advised me to mind my own business, but I remembered that last night<br />
he had talked of taking me home with him and giving me my orders. I wondered<br />
where his home was.<br />
Gaudian patted me on the back when we started and wrung my hand. He was<br />
a capital good fellow, and it made me feel sick to think that I was humbugging<br />
him. We got into the same big grey car, with Stumm's servant sitting beside the<br />
chauffeur. It was a morning of hard frost, the bare fields were white with rime,<br />
and the fir-trees powdered like a wedding-cake. We took a different road from<br />
the night before, and after a run of half a dozen miles came to a little town with a<br />
big railway station. It was a junction on some main line, and after five minutes'<br />
waiting we found our train. Once again we were alone in the carriage. Stumm<br />
must have had some colossal graft, for the train was crowded.<br />
I had another three hours of complete boredom. I dared not smoke, and could<br />
do nothing but stare out of the window. We soon got into hilly country, where a