You have been walking about with the head of that idol and always keep it close to you.

No doubt they believe that you are a priest of the worship of the god of the Grove--Baal, you know, or something of that sort." When he heard this Bastin's face became a perfect picture.

Never before did I see it so full of horror struggling with indignation.
"I must undeceive them without a moment's delay," he said, and was starting for the cave when we caught his arms and held him.
"Better wait till they come back, old fellow," I said, laughing.

"If you disobey that Lord Oro you may meet with another experience in the sacrifice line." "Perhaps you are right, Arbuthnot.

I will occupy the interval in preparing a suitable address." "Much better occupy it in preparing breakfast," said Bickley.