"I think I'll sit down." I drove the little herd (a dozen strong, now, what of the escapes she had permitted) a hundred yards farther on; and by the time she joined me I had finished the slaughter and was beginning to skin.

An hour later we went proudly back along the path between the harems.

And twice again we came down the path burdened with skins, till I thought we had enough to roof the hut.

I set the sail, laid one tack out of the cove, and on the other tack made our own little inner cove.
"It's just like home-coming," Maud said, as I ran the boat ashore.
I heard her words with a responsive thrill, it was all so dearly intimate and natural, and I said: "It seems as though I have lived this life always.

The world of books and bookish folk is very vague, more like a dream memory than an actuality.