9/66 It is too dreadful. Good heavens, I never shall forget--and to meet the fiend again here, of all places in the world! I fancied it so clean and healthy, swept by fresh sea-breezes." "And by nothing else. A half-hour's walk round would convince you, sir; I only wish that you could persuade his lordship to accompany you." "Scoutbush? Good heavens! whose concern is it more than his? If this drought last, better leave ill alone; we shall only provoke the devil by stirring him up." "You speak confidently," said the Major, gradually regaining his own self-possession, as he saw Tom so self-possessed. |