Anywhere, so long as there are no white faces, no smooth educated tongues----" "You are mad, Carson," my father answered.

"How will you live?
How can you educate Stella?
Be a man and wear it down." "I will be a man, and I will wear it down, but not here, Quatermain.
Education! Was not she--that woman who was my wife--was not she highly educated ?--the cleverest woman in the country forsooth.

Too clever for me, Quatermain--too clever by half! No, no, Stella shall be brought up in a different school; if it be possible, she shall forget her very name.

Good-bye, old friend, good-bye for ever.

Do not try to find me out, henceforth I shall be like one dead to you, to you and all I knew," and he was gone.
"Mad," said my father, with a heavy sigh.