BOOK THE SECOND
1. Chapter I
'That is a secret! What!' cried Lydon, 'art thou turned sphinx?'
'Sphinx, no!--why sphinx?'
'Cease thy gabble, good mistress, and bring us our meat--I am hungry,' said
'And I, too,' echoed the grim Niger, whetting his knife on the palm of his
The amazon stalked away to the kitchen, and soon returned with a tray laden
with large pieces of meat half-raw: for so, as now, did the heroes of the
prize-fight imagine they best sustained their hardihood and ferocity: they
drew round the table with the eyes of famished wolves--the meat vanished,
the wine flowed. So leave we those important personages of classic life to
follow the steps of Burbo.