["*What right had he to look for a woman's face in the foam?*"]
["*Trevelyan lay on the floor.*"]
PROLOGUE
The POTTER
and the CLAY
PROLOGUE
The Lieutenant's small daughter was swinging on the railing of the drawbridge that spanned the moat.
Her companions, two boys, questioned each other with their eyes.
"She says she won't come," said the elder in what he fondly believed to be an undertone. "She says she won't play—"
"I never did! So there!"