What a mercy! I might have lost them." "_Might!_" said Carr.

"You would have lost them to a dead certainty; mine _are_ gone!" And he stamped, and clinched his fists, and looked positively furious.
Poor Carr! I felt for him.

He took the loss of his stones so to heart; and I am sure it was only natural.

I parted from him at my own door, and was glad on going in to find Jane had stayed up for me.

I soon figured in her eyes as the hero of a thrilling adventure, while her clever hands applied sticking-plaster _ad libitum_.