Headquarters of the Second War Zone was at that time at Linfen, a sizable city on the railway in the southern half of Shansi, jammed now with soldiers, officials and refugees from the North.

Years ago the cravers for sensation were delighted with the real gig and horse with the aid of which Mr. Thurtell murdered Mr. Weare.

I'll just put these cookies in the cookie jar and I'll be right out.

I believe it was, replied Lord Norbourne, kindly taking his companion's hand. I have learnt to think of my loss with a sadness that soothes me. I turn to her image when overfretted with worldly cares. I hope almost as she hoped for our re-union.