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"My dear fellow," said the Major, putting another piece of elephant-steak upon Swinton's plate, "pray don't entertain the idea that I want you to talk on purpose that I may eat your share and my own too; only ascribe my impatience to the true cause the delight I have in receiving instruction and amusement from you." "Well, Swinton, you have extorted a compliment from the Major."
Alexander gladly accepted the offer, and requested Mr Swinton would put himself to no expense, as he had unlimited command of money from his grand-uncle, and Mr Swinton's joining the caravan would make no difference in his arrangements.
He knew Swinton's worth, his over-generous nature, his impulsive optimism and his great-hearted Christianity; but a rector whom his parishioners threatened to make bankrupt was an anxiety in the diocese. While the clergyman listened to the bishop's friendly words, he could not conceal the misery in his heart.
Betts concealed his tears under the cloak of the Syriac speech; George Costard sorrowed in Arabic that might have amazed Abu l'Atahiyeh; Mr. Swinton's learned sock stirred him to Phoenician and Etruscan; and Mr. Evans, full of national fire and the traditions of the bards, delivered himself, and at great length too, in Welsh.
"Yes, indeed," replied the Major, mounting his horse; "enough to talk of all our lives. Now let us gallop home, and say nothing about having killed the lions until the Hottentots bring them to the caravan." "Well, what sport have you had?" was Swinton's first question when he was joined by Alexander and the Major.
You'll talk more reasonably there, and see things in another light." The man listened, and allowed himself to be led. This was as it had been always; but it could not go on forever. Deep down in John Swinton's vacillating nature, there was the spirit of a martyr.
At the last word he grasped his knife and drew it, but his foe was prepared. Like a flash of light he planted his hard knuckles between Swinton's eyes, and followed up the blow with another on the chest, which felled him to the ground. There was no need for more.
It is creative, because its knowledge is vast; it is quick and peremptory, not because it is presumptuous, but because it is well-prepared." And Swinton's verdict would have been approved by few of the soldiers of the Civil War. It was not the verdict of Lee.
My thoughts were all in a whirl, I felt as if something unprecedented and almost terrifying was about to happen, but I could not reason out the cause of my mental agitation. "There they go!" said Mr. Harland "They're alongside! See! those fellows are lowering the companion ladder there's nothing supernatural about THEM! Swinton's all right look, he's on board!"
"Yes, indeed," replied the Major, mounting his horse; "enough to talk of all our lives. Now let us gallop home, and say nothing about having killed the lions until the Hottentots bring them to the caravan." "Well, what sport have you had?" was Swinton's first question when he was joined by Alexander and the Major.
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