No one was looking at the time, and as it went straight into my pocket, no one missed it.
Then, leaving Stephen and the young lady to admire this Cypripedium--or each other--in the enclosure, we three elders returned to the house to discuss matters.
"John and Mrs.Eversley," I said, "by Heaven's mercy you are reunited after a terrible separation of over twenty years.

But what is to be done now?
The god, it is true, is dead, and therefore the passage of the forest will be easy.

But beyond it is the water which we have no means of crossing and beyond the water that old wizard, the Motombo, sits in the mouth of his cave watching like a spider in its web.

And beyond the Motombo and his cave are Komba, the new Kalubi and his tribe of cannibals----" "Cannibals!" interrupted Mrs.Eversley, "I never knew that they were cannibals.

Indeed, I know little about the Pongo, whom I scarcely ever see." "Then, madam, you must take my word for it that they are; also, as I believe, that they have every expectation of eating _us_.