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"Not a bit of it That was the sort of thing that Gribton was always croaking about Why, man, the Bada-Mawidi haven't a kick in thearrison's a very fit lot They're all right Trust the stories of Bada-Mawidi risings which are to come off soon"

"Oh, you'll always hear stories of that sort All the old woe at Forza?"

"Holood chap But what's this new interest of yours? Are you going up there?

"I'm out here to shoot and explore, you know, so Forza coht, I suppose"

Leent away dispirited and out of te people, when all the whilein the air He had not the es of comprehension No one suspected, every one was satisfied; and at the sas He felt choked and muffled, wrapped in the cotton-wool of this easy life; and all the afternoon he chafed at his own impotence and the world's stupidity

When the two travellers presented the, they were immediately seized upon by the hostess and co They were her discoveries, her new young e, who liked dancing, obeyedbefore him an endless succession of wearisome partners, soon broke loose, and accoar

Thefaces and the sound of laughter vexed hie, take the world as he found it At home he was the slave of his own incapacity; noas the slave of memories He had come out on an errand, with a chance to recover his lost self-respect, and lo! he was as far as ever from attainment His lost capacity for action was not to be found here, in the lorious ease

Froe of the north road It lay shining in the hway a dark ribbon beyond it Thwaite and Lealked down to the gate talking casually, and at the gate they stopped and looked down on the town It lay a little to the left, the fort rising black before it, and the road ending in a patch of shade which was the old town gate The night was very still, cool airs blew noiselessly from the hills, and a jackal barked hoarsely in some far-off thicket