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This
fellow
had
no
armour
nor
weapons
,
but
wore
a
plain
jerkin
with
a
leather
pouch
—
a
mere
civilian
—
and
with
one
hand
he
pointed
to
a
wound
in
his
thigh
.
I
didn
’
t
care
about
him
,
and
when
Harold
eagerly
put
in
his
claim
I
gave
way
and
let
him
have
the
man
.
The
cause
of
Harold
’
s
anxiety
only
came
out
later
.
It
was
the
wound
he
coveted
,
it
seemed
.
He
wanted
to
have
a
big
,
sore
wound
of
his
very
own
,
and
go
about
and
show
it
to
people
,
and
excite
their
envy
or
win
their
respect
.
Charlotte
was
only
too
pleased
to
take
the
child
-
angel
seated
at
the
lady
’
s
feet
,
grappling
with
a
musical
instrument
much
too
big
for
her
.
Charlotte
wanted
wings
badly
,
and
,
next
to
those
,
a
guitar
or
a
banjo
.
The
angel
,
besides
,
wore
an
amber
necklace
,
which
took
her
fancy
immensely
.
This
left
the
picture
allotted
,
with
the
exception
of
two
or
three
more
angels
,
who
peeped
or
perched
behind
the
main
figures
with
a
certain
subdued
drollery
in
their
faces
,
as
if
the
thing
had
gone
on
long
enough
,
and
it
was
now
time
to
upset
something
or
kick
up
a
row
of
some
sort
.
We
knew
these
good
folk
to
be
saints
and
angels
,
because
we
had
been
told
they
were
;
otherwise
we
should
never
have
guessed
it
.
Angels
,
as
we
knew
them
in
our
Sunday
books
,
were
vapid
,
colourless
,
uninteresting
characters
,
with
straight
up
-
and
-
down
sort
of
figures
,
white
nightgowns
,
white
wings
,
and
the
same
straight
yellow
hair
parted
in
the
middle
.
They
were
serious
,
even
melancholy
;
and
we
had
no
desire
to
have
any
traffic
with
them
.
These
bright
bejewelled
little
persons
,
however
,
piquant
of
face
and
radiant
of
feather
,
were
evidently
hatched
from
quite
a
different
egg
,
and
we
felt
we
might
have
interests
in
common
with
them
.
Short
-
nosed
,
shock
headed
,
with
mouths
that
went
up
at
the
corners
and
with
an
evident
disregard
for
all
their
fine
clothes
,
they
would
be
the
best
of
good
company
,
we
felt
sure
,
if
only
we
could
manage
to
get
at
them
.
One
doubt
alone
disturbed
my
mind
.
In
games
requiring
agility
,
those
wings
of
theirs
would
give
them
a
tremendous
pull
.
Could
they
be
trusted
to
play
fair
?
I
asked
Selina
,
who
replied
scornfully
that
angels
ALWAYS
played
fair
.
But
I
went
back
and
had
another
look
at
the
brown
-
faced
one
peeping
over
the
back
of
the
lady
’
s
chair
,
and
still
I
had
my
doubts
.
When
Edward
went
off
to
school
a
great
deal
of
adjustment
and
re
-
allotment
took
place
,
and
all
the
heroes
of
illustrated
literature
were
at
my
call
,
did
I
choose
to
possess
them
.
In
this
particular
case
,
however
,
I
made
no
haste
to
seize
upon
the
armour
-
man
.
Perhaps
it
was
because
I
wanted
a
FRESH
saint
of
my
own
,
not
a
stale
saint
that
Edward
had
been
for
so
long
a
time
.
Perhaps
it
was
rather
that
,
ever
since
I
had
elected
to
be
saintless
,
I
had
got
into
the
habit
of
strolling
off
into
the
background
,
and
amusing
myself
with
what
I
found
there
.
A
very
fascinating
background
it
was
,
and
held
a
great
deal
,
though
so
tiny
.
Meadow
-
land
came
first
,
set
with
flowers
,
blue
and
red
,
like
gems
.
Then
a
white
road
ran
,
with
wilful
,
uncalled
-
for
loops
,
up
a
steep
,
conical
hill
,
crowned
with
towers
,
bastioned
walls
,
and
belfries
;
and
down
the
road
the
little
knights
came
riding
,
two
and
two
.
The
hill
on
one
side
descended
to
water
,
tranquil
,
far
-
reaching
,
and
blue
;
and
a
very
curly
ship
lay
at
anchor
,
with
one
mast
having
an
odd
sort
of
crow
’
s
-
nest
at
the
top
of
it
.
There
was
plenty
to
do
in
this
pleasant
land
.
The
annoying
thing
about
it
was
,
one
could
never
penetrate
beyond
a
certain
point
.
I
might
wander
up
that
road
as
often
as
I
liked
,
I
was
bound
to
be
brought
up
at
the
gateway
,
the
funny
galleried
,
top
-
heavy
gateway
,
of
the
little
walled
town
.
Inside
,
doubtless
,
there
were
high
jinks
going
on
;
but
the
password
was
denied
to
me
.
I
could
get
on
board
a
boat
and
row
up
as
far
as
the
curly
ship
,
but
around
the
headland
I
might
not
go
.
On
the
other
side
,
of
a
surety
,
the
shipping
lay
thick
.
The
merchants
walked
on
the
quay
,
and
the
sailors
sang
as
they
swung
out
the
corded
bales
.
But
as
for
me
,
I
must
stay
down
in
the
meadow
,
and
imagine
it
all
as
best
I
could
.
Once
I
broached
the
subject
to
Charlotte
,
and
found
,
to
my
surprise
,
that
she
had
had
the
same
joys
and
encountered
the
same
disappointments
in
this
delectable
country
.
She
,
too
,
had
walked
up
that
road
and
flattened
her
nose
against
that
portcullis
;
and
she
pointed
out
something
that
I
had
overlooked
—
to
wit
,
that
if
you
rowed
off
in
a
boat
to
the
curly
ship
,
and
got
hold
of
a
rope
,
and
clambered
aboard
of
her
,
and
swarmed
up
the
mast
,
and
got
into
the
crow
’
s
-
nest
,
you
could
just
see
over
the
headland
,
and
take
in
at
your
ease
the
life
and
bustle
of
the
port
.
She
proceeded
to
describe
all
the
fun
that
was
going
on
there
,
at
such
length
and
with
so
much
particularity
that
I
looked
at
her
suspiciously
.
“
Why
,
you
talk
as
if
you
’
d
been
in
that
crow
’
s
-
nest
yourself
!
”
I
said
.
Charlotte
answered
nothing
,
but
pursed
her
mouth
up
and
nodded
violently
for
some
minutes
;
and
I
could
get
nothing
more
out
of
her
.
I
felt
rather
hurt
.
Evidently
she
had
managed
,
somehow
or
other
,
to
get
up
into
that
crow
’
s
-
nest
.
Charlotte
had
got
ahead
of
me
on
this
occasion
.
It
was
necessary
,
no
doubt
,
that
grown
-
up
people
should
dress
themselves
up
and
go
forth
to
pay
calls
.
I
don
’
t
mean
that
we
saw
any
sense
in
the
practice
.
It
would
have
been
so
much
more
reasonable
to
stay
at
home
in
your
old
clothes
and
play
.
But
we
recognized
that
these
folk
had
to
do
many
unaccountable
things
,
and
after
all
it
was
THEIR
life
,
and
not
ours
,
and
we
were
not
in
a
position
to
criticise
.
Besides
,
they
had
many
habits
more
objectionable
than
this
one
,
which
to
us
generally
meant
a
free
and
untrammelled
afternoon
,
wherein
to
play
the
devil
in
our
own
way
.
