“Get me some brandy and my bag. A traffic of copious barges slumbered
over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in
the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London
seagulls. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use
of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his
father. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with
her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. "I know exactly what I have done," replied Spurlock. There are times
when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected
thing. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm
above the elbow. Cathy's eyebrows perked up.
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