But can't you get rid of that beastly image ?" "Not on any account, Haswell, even if it haunts us all day.

Here it shall stop until the Saharas are floated on Monday, if I have to lock it in the strongroom and throw the keys into the Thames.

Afterwards Vernon can take it, as he has a right to do, and I am sure that with it will go our luck." "Then the sooner our luck goes, the better," replied Haswell, with a mere ghost of his former whistle.

"Life is better than luck, and--Aylward, that Yellow God you are so fond of means to murder us.

We are being fatted for the sacrifice, that is all.