THE PASTEUR CONQUERS Meanwhile, following a short cut through the snowy woods that ran over the shoulder of the intervening hill, the pair were wending their way towards Lucerne.

Godfrey, a fixed and vacant look upon his face, went first; the Pasteur clinging to his arm like a limpet to a rock, puffed along beside him.
"Heaven!" he gasped, "but this attraction of yours must be strong that it makes you walk so fast immediately after dinner." "It is, it is!" said Godfrey, in a kind of agony.

"I feel as though my inside were being drawn out, and I must follow it.

Please hold my arm tight or I shall run." "Ah! the witch.

The great witch!" puffed the Pasteur, "and up this hill too, over snow.