| “Once more were damsels rescued, dragons disembowelled. . . .” |
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FACING PAGE |
| “. . . He was always ready to constitute himself a hostile army or a band of marauding Indians” |
6 |
| “‘Where’s Harold?’ I asked presently. ‘Oh, he’s just playin’ muffin-man as usual’” |
16 |
| “When at last the atmosphere was clear of his depressing influence, we met despondently in the potato-cellar” |
34 |
| “Instead of active ‘pretence,’ with its shouts and its perspiration, how much better—I held—to lie at ease and pretend to one’s self, in green and golden fancies” |
40 |
| “. . . And then, my cheek on the cool marble, lulled by the trickle of water, I slipped into dreamland out of real and magic world alike” |
64 |
| “‘Now we’ll go on,’ began Charlotte once more” |
70 |
| “Edward led the race home at a speed which one of Ballantyne’s heroes might have equalled but never surpassed” |
88 |
| “This overland route had been revealed to us one day by the domestic cat, when hard pressed in the course of an otter-hunt” |
104 |
| “A straight flagged walk led up to the cool-looking old house, and my host, lingering in his progress at this rose-tree and that, forgot all about me at least twice” |
112 |
| “Meanwhile Charlotte and I crouched in the window-seat, . . .” |
124 |
| “‘She’s off with those vicarage girls again,’ said Edward” |
136 |
| “We put the Argo’s head upstream, since that led away from the Larkin province” |
148 |
| “Then he stood up, and he was very straight and tall, and the sunset was in his hair and beard as he stood there, high over me” |
174 |
| “Westward the clouds were massing themselves in a low violet bank; below them, to north and south, as far round as the eye could reach, a narrow streak of gold ran out ... I turned for a last effort” |
186 |
| “‘I’ve been chopping up wood,’ he explained, in a guilty sort of way” |
200 |
| “We entered in noiseless file, the room being plunged in darkness, except for a bright strip of moonlight on the floor” |
214 |
| “Shops came first, of course, . . .” |
230 |
| “. . . Selina and Charlotte were busy stuffing Edward’s rabbits with unwonted forage, bilious and green” |
250 |
