Am I Alive And A

Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me A Beast; For, Man Or Beast, I Am Yours.

I Have Discovered That The World Over, Unusual Weather Prevails At All Times Of The Year.

This Was Life! Ah, How He Loved It! Civilization Held Nothing Like This In Its Narrow And Circumscribed Sphere, Hemmed In By Restrictions And Conventionalities. Even Clothes Were A Hindrance And A Nuisance. At Last He Was Free. He Had Not Realized What A Prisoner He Had Been.

I Had This Story From One Who Had No Business To Tell It To Me, Or To Any Other. I May Credit The Seductive Influence Of An Old Vintage Upon The Narrator For The Beginning Of It, And My Own Skeptical Incredulity During The Days That Followed For The Balance Of The Strange Tale.

Even Brave Men, And D'arnot Was A Brave Man, Are Sometimes Frightened By Solitude.