He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters, conscious of faint sweet music. He began to speak in a quiet tone. That was mean of Wells to shoulder him into the square ditch because he would not swop his little snuff box for Wells's seasoned hacking chestnut, the conqueror of forty. Mr Harford went to and fro making little signs in red pencil and sometimes sitting beside the boy to show him how to hold his pen.
You need to be a member of Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica to add comments!
Join Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica