The Amethyst Comb İngilizce Hikayeler B1 Stage3

It was February off the Banks, and so thick was the weath-er that, on the upper decks, one could have driven a sleigh. Inside the smoking-room Austin Ford, as securely sheltered from the blizzard as though he had been sitting in front of a wood fire at his club, ordered hot gin for himself and the ship's doctor. The ship's doctor had gone below on another "hurry call" from the widow.