Ah, well! You're a happy man! Youth and the springtime! Beauty and love! Kings can procure no more and seldom as much! I think I'll walk in the air a little and have a smoke." "And I," said John, "will go to sleep.

I've a tiny room on the ground floor, but it's big enough to hold me.

Good night." "Good night, Mr.Scott." There was only a single window in John's little room, but before undressing he opened it and stood there to breathe the cool night air for a while.

It looked upon the forest that ran up the slope of the mountain, and the odor of the pines was very pleasant.

Looking idly at the trunks and the foliage he saw a shadow pass into the depths of the forest and something, a pulse in his temple, perhaps, struck a warning note.
A shiver ran down his back and his hair lifted, as if touched with electric sparks.