I had to adjust the page numbers to reflect the digital edition I'm reading from the "cloud library," whatever it is.
The truth is that this is a boring book. The writing is lovely, almost as atmospheric as DuMaurier's description of Cornwall, but nearly 100 pages of that becomes a surfeit. I'm tired of the cold rain, the mud, the gobbets of moss and clumps of wool. Nothing is happening. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.