But he left his mark on me.' He held up a hand which lacked three fingers.
'Consider,' he said.

'The mare had been dead more than an hour, and the brute had been patiently watching me ever since.

I never saw the kill, for I was accustomed to the mare's fretting, and I never marked her absence, for my consciousness of her was only of something tawny, and the lion filled that part.

If I could blunder thus, gentlemen, in a land where men's senses are keen, why should we busy preoccupied urban folk not err also ?' Sir Walter nodded.

No one was ready to gainsay him.
'But I don't see,' went on Winstanley.