I can assure you I have become the victim of an almost unaccountable craving.

I am sick of shooting pheasants and partridges, and want to have a go at some large game again.

There, you know the feeling -- when one has once tasted brandy and water, milk becomes insipid to the palate.

That year we spent together up in Kukuanaland seems to me worth all the other years of my life put together.

I dare say that I am a fool for my pains, but I can't help it; I long to go, and, what is more, I mean to go.' He paused, and then went on again.