But I rather liked him." "Do you now ?" "Of course not--what footsteps are those I hear ?" Liddy looked from a back window into the courtyard behind, which was now getting low-toned and dim with the earliest films of night.

A crooked file of men was approaching the back door.

The whole string of trailing individuals advanced in the completest balance of intention, like the remarkable creatures known as Chain Salpae, which, distinctly organized in other respects, have one will common to a whole family.

Some were, as usual, in snow-white smock-frocks of Russia duck, and some in whitey-brown ones of drabbet--marked on the wrists, breasts, backs, and sleeves with honeycomb-work.

Two or three women in pattens brought up the rear.
"The Philistines be upon us," said Liddy, making her nose white against the glass.
"Oh, very well.