Every inhabitant would know the cut of my clothes by heart, and the number of buttons on my waistcoat.

The grocer would copy the pattern of my trousers,--the butcher would carry a cane like mine.

It would be simply insufferable.

To change the subject, may I ask you if you know which way you are going, for it seems to me we're bound straight for a smash on that uncomfortable-looking rock, where there is certainly no landing-place." Errington stopped pulling, and, standing up in the boat, began to examine the surroundings with keen interest.

They were close to the great crag "shaped like a giant's helmet," as Valdemar Svensen had said.
It rose sheer out of the water, and its sides were almost perpendicular.
Some beautiful star-shaped sea anemones clung to it in a vari-colored cluster on one projection, and the running ripple of the small waves broke on its jagged corners with a musical splash, and sparkle of white foam.