HOW CHILDE ROLAND AND ANOTHER CAME TO THE DARK TOWER Dickson woke with a vague sense of irritation.

As his recollections took form they produced a very unpleasant picture of Mr.John Heritage.
The poet had loosened all his placid idols, so that they shook and rattled in the niches where they had been erstwhile so secure.

Mr.
McCunn had a mind of a singular candour, and was prepared most honestly at all times to revise his views.

But by this iconoclast he had been only irritated and in no way convinced.

"Sich poetry!" he muttered to himself as he shivered in his bath (a daily cold tub instead of his customary hot one on Saturday night being part of the discipline of his holiday).