Eric by Frederic William Farrar
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"No," said Duncan; "last time I saw him was on the shore. We bathed
together, and I remember his clothes were lying by mine when I dressed. But I hav'n't seen him since. If you like we'll go and look for him. I daresay he's on the beach somewhere." But they found no traces of him there; and when they returned with this intelligence, his mother got so agitated that it required all her husband's firm gentleness to support her sinking spirits. There was enough to cause anxiety, for Vernon repeatedly ran out to ask the boys who were passing if they had seen his brother, and the answer always was, that they had left him bathing in the sea. Meanwhile our young friends, having caught several crabs, suddenly noticed by the sun that it was getting late. "Good gracious, Edwin," said Eric, pulling out his watch, "it's half-past three; what have we been thinking of? How frightened they'll be at home;" and running back as fast as they could, they reached the house at five o'clock, and rushed into the room. "Eric, Eric," said Mrs. Williams faintly, "where have you been? has anything happened to you, my child?" "No, mother, nothing. I've only been crabfishing with Russell, and we forgot the time." "Thoughtless boy," said his father, "your mother has been in an agony about you." Eric saw her pale face and tearful eyes, and flung himself in her arms, |
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