45/56 That village is bewitched, and that old woman's tea. Good white magic! And that foul innkeeper and that brigand at the gate. Black magic! And now here is the home of all enchantment--'island valley of Avilion'-- 'waters that listen for lovers'-- all the rest of it!" Dickson observed and marvelled. You were saying last night you were a great democrat, and yet you were objecting to yon laddies camping on the moor. And you very near bit the neb off me when I said I liked Tennyson. |