Chapter 18
igh indifference of joy.
Suddenly from a lumpy tussock of old grass some ty yards in front of tipped ears erect and long forarted a bolted for a t of alders. Sir Geoffrey put o t t strangely c at once, quot;Dont s it, Geoffrey. Let it live.quot;
quot; nonsense, Dorian!quot; laugo t, wo cries he cry of a man in agony, which is worse.
quot;Good a beater!quot; exclaimed Sir Geoffrey. quot; an ass to get in front of top sing t; at top of ;A man is .quot;
tick in his hand.
quot;; ed. At time, the line.
quot;; ans. quot; you keep your men back? Spoiled my sing for t;
Dorian co ts ter to t. urned ao misfortune folloo o rampling of myriad feet and t copper-breasted p came beating the boughs overhead.
After a fes--t o urbed state, like endless a arted and looked round.
quot;Dorian,quot; said Lord ;I ter tell t ting is stopped for to-day. It look o go on.quot;
quot;I opped for ever, ; terly. quot;t;
finisence.
quot;I am afraid so,quot; rejoined Lord ; t in . instantaneously. Come; let us go ;
tion of ty yards speaking. t Lord ;It is a bad omen, ;
quot; is?quot; asked Lord ;O, I suppose. My dear fello cant be . in front of t is noto us. It is rat does not do to pepper beaters. It makes people t one is a ; s very straig talking about tter.quot;
Dorian s;It is a bad omen, o o some of us. to myself, per; ure of pain.
t;t is t likely to suffer from it unless ttering