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Updated: May 14, 2025
Captain Norman Ramsay, wandering alone and with a burning heart, halted suddenly on the edge of a sand-pit. Below him four men stood, gathered in a knot two of them artillery officers, the others officers of the line. His first impulse was to turn and escape, for he shunned all companionship just now.
This was no time for the safe easy way by which carts go down right over the edge of the sand-pit they went, among the yellow and pale purple flowers and dried grasses, past the little sand-martins' little front doors, skipping, clinging, bounding, stumbling, sprawling, and finally rolling.
And it was of course a very naughty thing to do; yet it served two purposes it delighted the Lamb, who loved above all things to be completely sticky, and it engaged Martha's attention so that the others could slip away to the sand-pit without the Lamb. They did it, and in the lane Anthea, breathless from the scurry of that slipping, panted out 'I want to propose we take turns to wish.
His soul was passing through deep waters. Filled with misery and shame, and terrified lest he should have sinned beyond the possibility of salvation, he crept into a disused sand-pit. He was engaged to fight another man that day, but he was in death-grips with a more terrible adversary.
We are all as as good as we can, like you told us to, and the Lamb has a little cold, but Martha says it is nothing, only he upset the goldfish into himself yesterday morning. When we were up at the sand-pit the other day we went round by the safe way where carts go, and we found a Half an hour went by before Jane felt quite sure that they could none of them spell Psammead.
Not quite; for he thought of the absent bath, and then shuddered and listened for the roar of the river, now softened down into a murmur. The idea of going to some muddy pool to wash was too repellent, and, making his way, rested and refreshed, out of the sand-pit, he stood thinking, not hesitating, for his mind had been made up before he left Mr Draycott's.
"And never give me so much as a shilling, Master Tom, and me been twice to fetch that fly. If he wasn't your uncle, sir, I'd call him mean. But what did you say? I'm to fetch the chair, as is lying broken at the big sand-pit?" "Yes, in Mr Maxted's cart." "Did it fall over?" "Yes, right over, down the slope from top to bottom." "And him in it, sir?" "Yes."
He saluted after the modern military manner, and set off running to the sand-pit, Jakin's long boots keeping up easily. He found the Fairy. He dug it up, he woke it up, he implored it to give him one more wish. "I've done two to-day already," it grumbled, "and one was as stiff a bit of work as ever I did."
To reduce the strain on our back tyres we used to trudge manfully down into the village, or, if we were feeling energetic, to the ammunition column a couple of miles away. Any distance over two miles we covered on motor-cycles. Their use demoralised us. Our legs shrunk away. Sometimes two or three of us would ride to a sand-pit on Mont Noir and blaze away with our revolvers.
In that way it may turn out that we shall get from him the link which is lost in the chain; and when he would draw us, we shall pump him as dry as a sand-pit. At least, that's my way of thinking, and I don't think it's such a poor notion, after all." "It's not poor at all it never came to me like that.
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