There sat the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battlefield, to remain forever celebrated. It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble gravity of his countenance
MOST PHENOMENAL AND ASTONISHING LUCKINESS.
HE IS JUST AS GOOD AND SWEET AND LOVABLE AND UNPRETENDING AS A MAN CAN BE, BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW ENOUGH TO COME IN WHEN IT RAINS.
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