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 into deep water Father Consett again hovered near her. She exclaimed:

"But the real point is, father Is it sporting Sporting or whatever it is?" And Father Consett breathed: "Ah with his terrible power of arousing doubts She said:

"When I saw Christopher Last night Yes, it was last night Turning back to go up that hill And I had been talking about him to a lot of grinning private soldiers To madden him You mustn't make scenes before the servants A heavy man, tired  come down the hill and lumbering up again There was a searchlight turned on him just as he turned I remembered the white bulldog I thrashed on the night before it died A tired, silent beast  with a fat white behind Tired out You couldn't see its tail because it was turned down, the stump A great, silent beast The vet said it had been poisoned with red lead by burglars It's beastly to die of red lead It eats up the liver And you think you're getting better for a fortnight. And you're always cold  freezing in the blood-vessels And the poor beast had left its kennel to try and be let in to the fire And I found it at the door when I came in from a dance without Christopher And got the rhinoceros whip and lashed into it There's a pleasure in lashing into a naked white beast Obese and silent Like Christopher I thought Christopher might That night It went through my head It hung down its head A great head, room for a whole British encyclopædia of mis-information, as Christopher used to put it It