The spring had got into his blood, too; he felt the need for letting steam escape, and clucked his tongue, flourishing his whip, wheeling his horses […]

Mrs. Sheldon, the African travelleress, says “she was favourably received not only by the inhabitants but even by the crocodiles.”

all natural lovings and longings

More octaves ensue, followed by chromatic passagework with filigree scales.