This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

After two hours it stopped raining and in the same moment the spell broke, which Peroquet and the Admiral and Captain Jumeau knew by a curious twist of their senses, as if they had tasted a string quartet, or been, for a moment, deafened by the sight of colour blue.

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

But, though French, she was also very brave.

When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of black bog. Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant. "This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?" he said. "My kingdoms?" exclaimed the gentleman in surprize. "Oh, no! This is Scotland!