The things we do!

His first and his last thought was always the child.
The two gentlemen were home in time enough to find Clive dressed, and his
uncle arrived for breakfast. The Colonel said a grace over that meal: the
life was begun which he had longed and prayed for, and the son smiling
before his eyes who had been in his thoughts for so many fond years.


CHAPTER IX
Miss Honeyman's

In Steyne Gardens, Brighton, the lodging-houses are among the most
frequented in that city of lodging-houses. These mansions have
bow-windows in front, bulging out with gentle prominences, and ornamented
with neat verandahs, from which you can behold the tide of humankind as
it flows up and down the Steyne, and that blue ocean over which Britannia
is said to rule, stretching brightly away eastward and westward. The
chain-pier, as every body knows, runs intrepidly into the sea, which
sometimes, in fine weather, bathes its feet with laughing wavelets, and
anon, on stormy days, dashes over its sides with roaring foam.


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