Yet I found it impossible to be angry with them for long, they were so babyishly innocent.

Indeed, I couldn't help liking them, and finding a sort of quality in them.

I had spent three years among soldiers, and the British regular, great follow that he is, has his faults.

His discipline makes him in a funk of red-tape and any kind of superior authority.

Now these people were quite honest and in a perverted way courageous.