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The memories of an Edinburgh boy are but partly memories of the town.
And He will one day bring me to an account for all I do or say against His holy will and my kind parents' commands." Charles, who knew he was a bad boy, hung down his head, for he did not like to be told of his faults. Then his mother said: "My dear Charles, do try and be good, and I will love you dearly."
At 1 p.m. instructions are resumed, and concluded at 3.30 p.m. The boatswain's mate then pipes, "Hands shift in night clothing." The uniform of the day is then taken off, and each boy wears a blue serge suit. At the call of the bugle the boys fall in on the upper deck with the clothes for washing.
"I only told him I had promised to marry Will." The boy uttered a little cry. It was a strange sound, unlike anything human. He rushed at her, and his thin hands seized upon her wrists, and clutched them violently. "You're goin' to marry Will? You! You! And you've hurt him to marry Will?"
It would not have surprised the boy just then if the animal had spoken; but as he did not, Toby did the next best thing and spoke to him. "I s'pose you remember that you saw me this afternoon, an' somebody told you that I was goin' to join the circus, didn't they?"
But the next Instant the stable door flew open, and four figures, two mop-headed little girls in abbreviated skirts, a small, red-headed toddler, and a queer, limping boy, the fleetest of all, were precipitated into the yard. They flung themselves over the fence and went, shrieking, away across the field. Mrs. Munn drew a great breath; there was relief in it, and yet terror.
"He means to be rude," Berry explained. I walked to the door. "Don't forget our lunch, old chap," said my sister. "You've taken away my appetite," said I. "Oh, Boy, you know we love you." I opened the door. "I say," said Berry. "What?" said I, pausing. "Tell George to put in the warts." Six weeks had hurried away.
"Ellen," he said bluffly, holding out his hand, "I've got only a minute, but I want to speak to you if I don't to anybody else." She straightened and gazed at him, startled out of her part into a life half joy, half terror. He had taken her hand and held it warmly. "Ellen," he said, "they're engaged, that boy and girl. Did you know it?" "No," she answered faintly, but with candor. "No.
The boy was still young when, one day, the king said to his wife: 'I feel that the hour of my death draws near, and I want you to promise that you will never take another husband but will give up your life to the care of our son.
The suspicion she had nursed sprung out of her arms a muscular fact on the spot. "Where is my dear boy?" Clara said. "Out for a holiday," the colonel answered in her tone. "Advise Mr. Whitford not to waste his time in searching for Crossjay, Laetitia. Crossjay is better out of the way to-day. At least, I thought so just now. Has he pocket-money, Colonel De Craye?" "My lord can command his inn."
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