Two Years Ago, Volume II. by Charles Kingsley
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man under five-and-forty; his cheeks were as smooth shaven as his chin.
A right, self-possessed, valiant soldier he looked; one who could be very loving to little innocents, and very terrible to full-grown knaves. "You are practising at self-denial, as usual," said Claude. "Because I may, at any moment, have to exercise it in earnest. Mr. Thurnall, can you tell me the name of this little glass arrow, which I just found shooting about in the sweeping net?" Tom did know the wonderful little link between the fish and the insect; and the two chatted over its strange form, till the boat returned to take them ashore. "Do you make any stay here?" "I purpose to spend a fortnight here in my favourite pursuit. I must draw on your kindness and knowledge of the place to point me out lodgings." Lodgings, as it befell, were to be found, and good ones, close to the beach, and away from the noise of the harbour, on Mrs. Harvey's first floor; for the local preacher, who generally occupied them, was away. "But Major Campbell might dislike the noise of the school?" "The school? What better music for a lonely old bachelor than children's voices?" So, by sunset the major was fairly established over Mrs. Harvey's shop. |
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