But, although a bag had been thrown over his head to stifle his cries, he managed to make a very little one.

I plunged screaming into the undergrowth from which that cry had come, and was just in time to save him.

He was lying on the ground all bundled up in a bag, and his assailant, who must have heard me coming, had gone as if by magic.

His little lordship, however, was able to tell me that the man was a Cingalese, and that he had 'tried to cut him with a knife.'" "Cut him with a knife ?" repeated Cleek in a reflective tone, and blew out a long, low whistle.
"Oh! but that is not the worst, Mr.Cleek," went on Ailsa.

"Three days ago a woman--a very beautiful and distinguished-looking woman--called to see Lady Chepstow regarding the reference of a former servant, one Jane Catherboys, who used to be her ladyship's maid.