Fragment: A furious gust of wind tore down the chimney, blowing the smoke out into the small but cosily furnished sitting room of the little cottage at Kingston on Thames, and sending a shower of sparks hissing and spluttering on to the hearth rug, where they were promptly trodden out by a tall, fair haired young giant, who lazily removed his feet from a chair on which they reposed, for the purpose.
This operation concluded, he replaced his feet on the chair with deliberation, re arranged a cushion behind his head, leaned back luxuriously, and started hunting in his pocket for matches wherewith to light his pipe, which had gone out.
"Beastly night for a dog to be out, much more a human being," he soliloquised. "Poor old Murray's sure to be drenched when he gets back , as well as frozen to the bone. Let's see is everything ready for him?