Even the village was too human, too modern, for his early-pagan mood.
It is the superintendent of the factory in our village—a man rich, or, at any rate, well-to-do.
That morning a rumor had reached the village of a famine in the island of Crete.
The house had been built only three years, and was the show-place of the village.
It occurred to him that he could sell them at ...