From the Black Wood came the whirr of a saw.

The little troop of men had left their tents.

The crash of a fallen tree heralded their morning's work.
"You are still going on with that ?" the doctor asked.
"To the very last stump of a tree, to the last bush, to the last cluster of weeds," Dominey replied, with a sudden passion in his tone.

"I will have that place razed to the bare level of the earth, and I will have its poisonous swamps sucked dry.

I have hated that foul spot," he went on, "ever since I realised what suffering it meant to her.