I was of course thoroughly kind and merciful; never, never yet had I placed on his little shoulders hands of such tenderness as those with which, while I rested against the bed, I held him there well under fire. If he went on with the fellows he could never go up to the rector because he could not leave the playground for that. --The tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking two ways, towards terror and towards pity, both of which are phases of it. The towels with which they smacked their bodies were heavy with cold seawater; and drenched with cold brine was their matted hair.
You need to be a member of Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica to add comments!
Join Higgs Tours - Ocho Rios Jamaica