He dropped plump upon Mr.Green, who was crouching underneath.
The pair rolled over together in the mould of a flowerbed; then Mr.
Green clutched Mr.Jenkins, and Mr.Jenkins squealed like a trapped rabbit.

Mr.Green thrust his fist carefully into the mockparson's mouth.
"Sh! You blubbering fool!" he snapped in his ear.

"My business is not with you.

Lie still!" Within the room all stood at gaze, following the sudden flight of Mr.
Jenkins.

Then Lord Ostermore made as if to approach the winnow, but Hortensia restrained him.
"Let the wretch go," she said.