If ye're our way of thinking, ye will maybe ken them.' I said I would be overjoyed to meet them, but that at the time of the outrage in question I had been working on a mine a thousand miles further north.
Then ensued an hour of extraordinary talk.

Tombs in his sing-song namby-pamby University voice was concerned to get information.

He asked endless questions, chiefly of Gilkison, who was the only one who really understood his language.

I thought I had never seen anyone quite so fluent and so futile, and yet there was a kind of feeble violence in him like a demented sheep.

He was engaged in venting some private academic spite against society, and I thought that in a revolution he would be the class of lad I would personally conduct to the nearest lamp-post.