Day after day, and night after night, I sent it away; I would not let it bide in these dull levels, in this cursed land of heat and stagnant waters.

At first it went home to its own country,--to its friends and its foes, to the torrent and the mountain and the music of the pipes; but at last the pain outweighed the pleasure, and I sent it there no more.

And then it began to follow you." "To follow me!" involuntarily exclaimed Haward.
"I have been in London," went on the other, without heeding the interruption.

"I know the life of men of quality, and where they most resort.

I early learned from your other servants, and from the chance words of those who had your affairs in charge, that you were young, well-looking, a man of pleasure.