Moreover, all are still savage at heart, even you and I.For what is termed culture is but coat upon coat of paint laid on to hide our native colour, and often there is poison in the paint.

That axe of his has drunk deep, I think, though always in fair fight, and I say that it shall drink deeper yet.
Have I read these men aright, Allan ?" "Not so ill," I answered.
"I thought it," she said with a musical laugh, "although at this place I rust and grow dull like an unused sword.

Now you would rest.

Go--all of you.

To-morrow you and I will talk alone.