This was done by means of the "Returns
", a poem in five books ascribed to Agias or Hegias of Troezen, which begins where the "Sack of Troy" ends.
"I am sure I am much obliged to you for your good opinion," returns
the stationer with his cough of modesty, "but--"
With his hidden city upon the island of Anoroc as a base, and his savage warriors as escort Perry and I could have accomplished much in the line of exploration, and I hoped that were we successful in our effort to escape we might return
to Anoroc later.
Some fine morning he will return
to take command of your vessel."
'I have come here,' returned
the other, 'at your desire, holding myself bound to meet you, when and where you would.
Should any of them succeed in falling in with friendly Indians, within a reasonable distance, and obtaining a supply of provisions and horses, they were to return
to the aid of the main body: otherwise they were to shift for themselves, and shape their course according to circumstances; keeping the mouth of the Columbia River as the ultimate point of their wayfaring.
This was not however the case at present; for after a long fruitless search, Mr Fitzpatrick returned
to the kitchen, where, as if this had been a real chace, entered a gentleman hallowing as hunters do when the hounds are at a fault.
I climbed the topmost summit, And my gaze swept far and wide For the garden roof where my brother stood, And I fancied that he sighed: My brother serves as a soldier With his comrades night and day; But my brother is wise, and may yet return
, Though the dead lie far away.
When Bulan returned
to consciousness the day was drawing to a close.
'Yes, I have been to Barsoom again, and--but it's a long story, too long to tell in the limited time I have before I must return
. I have learned the secret, nephew, and I may traverse the trackless void at my will, coming and going between the countless planets as I list; but my heart is always in Barsoom, and while it is there in the keeping of my Martian Princess, I doubt that I shall ever again leave the dying world that is my life.
There are no estates to manage, no rents to return
so much per cent upon in bad times (which is an extremely dear way of getting your name into the newspapers), no voters to become parboiled in hot water with, no agents to take the cream off the milk before it comes to table.
no, no,(exclaimed Sophia) I cannot go to Newgate; I shall not be able to support the sight of my Augustus in so cruel a confinement--my feelings are sufficiently shocked by the RECITAL, of his Distress, but to behold it will overpower my Sensibility." As I perfectly agreed with her in the Justice of her Sentiments the Postilion was instantly directed to return
into the Country.