I need not say that I declined it.

I should be as happy in the interior of China as on an Albanian mountain.

I asked him how long he would be away.
"A year or two," he replied casually.
"It must be a queer thing," said I, "to be born with no conception of time and space." "A couple of years pass pretty quick," said Jaffery.
"So does a lifetime," said I.
Well, this was just like Jaffery.

No sooner home amid the amenities of civilisation than the wander-fever seizes him again.

In vain he pleaded his job, the valuable copy he would send to his paper.