He had as adventurous a spirit as any lad in the school, cramped up as it was in that misshapen body.

I knew he'd have liked to go round the world as well as I, and he often laughed and said--"What's more, Jack, if I'd the money I would.

People are very kind to poor wretches like me all over the world.

I should never want a helping hand, and the only difference between us would be, that I should be carried on board ship by some kind-hearted blue-jacket, and you'd have to scramble for yourself." He was very anxious to know Isaac Irvine, and when I brought the bee-master to see him, they seemed to hold friendly converse with their looks even before either of them spoke.

It was a bad day with Charlie, but he set his lips against the pain, and raised himself on one arm to stare out of his big brown eyes at the old man, who met them with as steady a gaze out of his.