And ramparted by war; in front and rear,
Where'er he struck, the victor. Now his sword
Blunted with gore congealed no more could wound,
But brake the stricken limb; while every hand
Flung every quivering dart at him alone;
Nor missed their aim, for rang against his shield
Dart after dart unerring, and his helm
In broken fragments pressed upon his brow;
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gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
you do it, till it seems like a story from the literature
Certainly Besant was quite right when he said that I should
secretary, I wrote “King Solomon’s Mines,” “Allan
to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.
that it was begun upon the 1st February, which would mean
is the doctor’s letter on the subject, written from the
I remember that when I sat down to the task my ideas as
fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
15 It is now in Norwich Museum with the original MSS. of
gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
Norse folk of anywhere about 800 A.D. and the Egyptians