Oh! if only you had been with us, Quatermain, this would never have happened.

Listen: About eighteen months ago she had a son, a very beautiful child.

She recovered well from the business and we were as happy as two mortals could be, for we loved each other, Quatermain, and God has blessed us in every way; we were so happy that I remember her telling me that our great good fortune made her feel afraid.

One day last September when I was out shooting, she drove in a little pony cart we had, with the nurse, and the child but no man, to call on Mrs.Scroope who also had been recently confined.

She often went out thus, for the pony was an old animal and quiet as a sheep.
"By some cursed trick of fate it chanced that when they were passing through the little town which you may remember near Ragnall, they met a travelling menagerie that was going to some new encampment.