Chapter 15 BROODS ASTRAY

"But ill for him who, bettering not with time,

Corrupts the strength of Heaven-descended will,

And ever weaker grows through acted crime,

Or seeming genial venial fault."

-Tennyson.

"Man Friday hope piccaniny live well-bring her buckra fish from sea!" Such was the greeting from Lord Rotherwood to Thekla when the whole party walked ov