He sat looking at the two prints of butter on his plate but could not eat the damp bread. My acquaintance with sheets of water was small, and the pool of Bly, at all events on the few occasions of my consenting, under the protection of my pupils, to affront its surface in the old flat-bottomed boat moored there for our use, had impressed me both with its extent and its agitation. A hand was laid on his arm and a young voice cried: --Ah, gentleman, your own girl, sir! The first handsel today, gentleman. He was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with the air, though now without anger for it, of being confined against his will.