Why, he feared no bull, no dog, no tramp in England.
A coward! Piffle.
And yet he had screamed and kicked and cried--yes _cried_--as he had shouted that it was under his foot and moving out.

Rum! _Very_ rum! On the day that Dam left Monksmead for school Lucille wept till she could weep no more.

Life for the next few years was one of intermittent streaks of delirious joy and gloomy grief, vacation time when he was at Monksmead and term time when he was at school.

All the rest of the world weighed as a grain of dust against her hero, Dam..