It's only deceiving the people who don't know us.' 'But I have explained to you.

The consistency is in ourselves, our own minds--' 'Take it back.

Custom is too strong for us.

We should only play at defying it.

Take it back--or I shall drop it on the sand.' Profoundly mortified, Everard restored the gold circlet to its hiding-place and stood gazing at the dim horizon.