📔 The Land of Mist

"Whilst he was sawing the beam, however, a fire broke out among the debris around him, and though he persevered most manfully, and continued until he was himself badly scorched, it was impossible for him to save Beale, who probably died from suffocation."

Only Enid could dare him at such a time, and even she felt occasionally that sinking of the heart which the bravest of tamers may experience as he unbars the gate of the cage.

His was the end house of a cul-de-sac, with the side wall of a huge brewery beyond.

"The humble dung-beetle was at least a fact. All this psychic stuff is not." "No doubt you have good grounds for your views," chirped the mischievous Millworthy, a mild youth with a velvety manner.

"Why, you're shakin' all over!" "I suppose I wouldn't be a medium if I wasn't high strung."