Only a little withered bunch of heather, tied by a blade of grass! Nothing more!,
"Very well, then: we will make the attempt," says he, gayly. "'Nothing venture, nothing have.'",
Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air..
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