Yeast: a Problem by Charles Kingsley
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in the good book; and bed is the best of medicine for a ducking;'
and the colonel shook him kindly by the hand and disappeared. Lancelot sat down by the keeper's bed. 'You'll get those fish-hooks into your trousers, sir; and this is a poor place to sit down in.' 'I want you to say your say out, friend, fish-hooks or none.' The keeper looked warily at the door, and when the colonel had passed the window, balancing the trolling-rod on his chin, and whistling merrily, he began,-- '"A day and a night have I been in the deep!"--and brought back no more from it! And yet the Psalms say how they that go down to the sea in ships see the works of the Lord!--If the Lord has opened their eyes to see them, that must mean--' Lancelot waited. 'What a gallant gentleman that is, and a valiant man of war, I'll warrant,--and to have seen all the wonders he has, and yet to be wasting his span of life like that!' Lancelot's heart smote him. 'One would think, sir,--You'll pardon me for speaking out.' And the noble face worked, as he murmured to himself, 'When ye are brought before kings and princes for my name's sake.--I dare not hold my |
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