Just then a splash startled them, for Button-Bright, in his anxiety to see the
pool that would "cure" him, had stepped too near the edge and tumbled heels over head into the water.
Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: `O Mouse, do you know the way out of this
pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!'
As she knelt down, the border of her garment was dipped into the
pool; she laid her forehead on the old woman's knees, and the latter drew a cloak about the lady's face, so that she was in darkness.
"So long as neither of us could prove we were right we quite enjoyed the dispute; but now I can never drink at that
pool again without the soft-shell crab laughing at me.
I then took my gun and strolled out in the direction of the Boscombe
Pool, with the intention of visiting the rabbit warren which is upon the other side.
"Yes," she went on, "the call came to me just before I quit the
pool; but I did not know that it had come to you.
With the first sight of the strange black, which occurred close to the
pool, Jerry's suspicions were aroused.
The
Pool is a deep, walled ditch, through which a clear stream of water runs, that comes from under Jerusalem somewhere, and passing through the Fountain of the Virgin, or being supplied from it, reaches this place by way of a tunnel of heavy masonry.
We were now in a quandary as to how to pass the guards who patrolled the island about the
pool. At last I hit upon a plan.
By the time I reached the
pool, however, she was close behind me, and I knew that, whatever, to her apprehension, might befall me, the exposure of my society struck her as her least danger.
Katherine's Dock, lying overshadowed and black like a quiet
pool amongst rocky crags, through the venerable and sympathetic London Docks, with not a single line of rails in the whole of their area and the aroma of spices lingering between its warehouses, with their far-famed wine- cellars - down through the interesting group of West India Docks, the fine docks at Blackwall, on past the Galleons Reach entrance of the Victoria and Albert Docks, right down to the vast gloom of the great basins in Tilbury, each of those places of restraint for ships has its own peculiar physiognomy, its own expression.
George Willard went out of the
pool room and into Main Street.
