room, then vomiting its throng, discovered Loveday, an

conclude my fifth week in Westring. Wh

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your body hints of adventurous Columbuses, Drakes, nimble Achilles; and sibylline meanings in so

was the matter with me when a boy I can't understand: I was the devil. One summer vacation (I was fourteen) I stole three pounds from the old man, and ran away one Sunday night. Passed through London and soon was apprentice in a blacksmith's shop in a Kent village called Bigham. But in six months I had the forge at my fingers' ends, and was off: nothing could hold me long. One day I turned up before the Recruiting

s, once leapt into mid-ocean; nor could the battleship hold me when she had noth

I made my way across the

ke like a woman-a grating in a wall between us. Ah, well, God is good, and His Mercy endureth for ever. But she said it could never be-she a Jewess: though that, by the way, is nons

frenzy-I drank like ten men-in a month was the terror of Westring. One midnight, going home through th

have", sa

th me. But I was saying: that midnight, as I passed the tree, drunk as I was, I saw a naked black man with a long beard run out; I t

rd have mercy upon me! Christ have mercy upon me! I was visited by the Methodist preacher

ing, who say that my God 'is not a personal God', and that my Christianity is 'rum stuf

and the sensation among these villagers was enormous, I can tell you, six years ago; now they come to be touched wit

Westring: and Loveday went with him a littl