Rudyard Kipling,
Land and Sea Tales for Boys and Girls
“ The merest chance led me to Strickland’s house that afternoon. When I was half-way down the drive Adam passed me without recognition, at a fast run. I caught one glimpse of his face under his big hat, and it was the face of his father as I had once seen it in the grey of the morning when it bent over a leper. I caught the child by the shoulder.“Let me go!” he screamed; though he and I were the best of friends, as a rule. “Let me go!”“Where to, Father Adam?” He was quivering like a haltered colt.“To the well. I have been beaten. I have been beaten before a woman! Let me go!” ”
