As the two wanderers listened,-- "Where's the comfort," said Heywood, gloomily, "of knowing somebody's worse off ?--No, I wasn't thinking of Wutzler, then.

Talk of germs! why, over there, it's goblins they're scaring away.

Think, behind their nets and thorns, what wretches--women, too, and kids--may be crouched down, quaking, sick with terror.

Humph!--I don't mind saying"-- for a moment his hand lay on Rudolph's shoulder--"that I loathe giving this muck-hole the satisfaction--I'd hate to go Out here, that's all.".