"They're beastly," he said, "but it's a beastly country.

I'll be glad to turn my back on it." "There is a good deal," Da Souza said, "which we must now talk about." "To-morrow," Trent said curtly.

"No more now! I haven't got over my miserable journey yet.

I'm going to try and get some sleep." He swung out into the heavy darkness.

The air was thick with unwholesome odours rising from the lake-like swamp beyond the drooping circle of trees.