bmission  stop plaguing ty, tiger-man ake you a ra, in ts were all he head downwards did he resemble a man.

    And yet t goes al cannot be  looks like mine.

    But tiger-man, in spite of ake a glass of ale in ian and drink it doeps of Upper Moor Fields oo. t, if t a good little girl and did not eat root, tiger-man  on ravelling cloak lined  like your daddys, and  straigo the nursery and --

    Yes, my beauty! GOBBLE YOU UP!

    ed terror,  seased me. And t I must not tell  farmyard, ed me into teries of o t ter.  let on to your nursie -eyed, ugly as sin, o lers and  and teet proved it. But, side ted to besides being able to tell which eggs would become cocks, which hens.

    ts once broug and  go back to turbed it until t   not?

    Old ales, nursery fears! I kneion I cosily titillated itious marvels of my cal in today Id make my first investment.

    e  ty far beraversing a  disilated stumps of te  frozen ditc diminis doil it seemed no more t one tarveling,  t  bouquet into t-stiff mud of ted my face  lifted sufficiently to reveal before me an acreage of  facades of s man-trap, tadel of his palazzo.

    It self but a dead one, a burned-out planet. I sa bougude, not luxury, h his money.

    ttle black rotted smartly t stood open to t  of to tiles of t self, into table, s  drummings of  beneatall roof, s; a dozen gracile muzzles lifted from turned to. t ed, aptly enoug and blossom greogether.

    t tely at my sleeve. Milord is ing.

    Gaping