Norsus … walked between the lines of soldiers in their bronze armour; keen swords in their hands and proud plumes fluttering from their helmets.

There came a welcome interruption, however, when I heard the roar of wheels and rejoiced to see my Leyland three-tonner come rolling and heaving over the grass, heaped up with tools and sections of tubing, and bearing my foreman, Peters, and a very grimy assistant in front.

I had a cheap flat in the bad part of town, and I could watch the working girls hooking from my bedroom window.

Minhagim of long standing absorb some of this primaevality, but a memory of their origin lingers on in the soul of the people and the latter are proud of their share in forming and fostering religious life.