"For God's sake put such an idea out of your mind," said he.

"Your blood would be upon my head.

I assure you that there would not be the least chance of your coming back alive.
It is only by remembering certain complex landmarks that I am able to do it." "Halloa!" I cried.

"What is that ?" A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the moor.

It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came.