I don't know why I have been speaking as I have, and to you, whom I never saw till yesterday.
I never did it before to any living soul, I assure you.

It is just like the story of the man who came here last year with the divining rod.
There is a cottage down on the cliff--it belongs to Mr.Davies, who lives in the Castle.

Well, they have no drinking water near, and the new tenant made a great fuss about it.

So Mr.Davies hired men, and they dug and dug and spent no end of money, but could not come to water.

At last the tenant fetched an old man from some parish a long way off, who said that he could find springs with a divining rod.