The things we do!

His
laughter cheered one like wine. I do not know that he was very witty; but
he was pleasant. He was prone to blush: the history of a generous trait
moistened his eyes instantly. He was instinctively fond of children, and
of the other sex from one year old to eighty. Coming from the Derby once
--a merry party--and stopped on the road from Epsom in a lock of
carriages, during which the people in the carriage ahead saluted us with
many vituperative epithets, and seized the heads of our leaders,--Clive
in a twinkling jumped off the box, and the next minute we saw him engaged
with a half-dozen of the enemy: his hat gone, his fair hair flying off
his face, his blue eyes flashing with fire, his lips and nostrils
quivering wrath, his right and left hand hitting out, que c'etoit un
plaisir voir. His father sat back in the carriage, looking with delight
and wonder--indeed it was a great sight. Policeman X separated the
warriors. Clive ascended the box again with a dreadful wound in the coat,
which was gashed from the waist to the shoulder.


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