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~::类似基三捏脸的手游|Jimena Carranza::~

~::类似基三捏脸的手游|Jimena Carranza::~

                                                                            • Through all my father’s troubles he still desired to send me either to Oxford or Cambridge. My elder brother went to Oxford, and Henry to Cambridge. It all depended on my ability to get some scholarship that would help me to live at the University. I had many chances. There were exhibitions from Harrow — which I never got. Twice I tried for a sizarship at Clare Hall — but in vain. Once I made a futile attempt for a scholarship at Trinity, Oxford — but failed again. Then the idea of a university career was abandoned. And very fortunate it was that I did not succeed, for my career with such assistance only as a scholarship would have given me, would have ended in debt and ignominy.

                                                                              So much I would say by way of preface. And I think I may also give in a few words the main incidents in my father’s life after he completed his autobiography.

                                                                                                                                                        • "Yes, and below it there is a small glacier. Very pretty, but we will climb round it. There are many crevasses."“Talking of shooting, what have you done with that fine setter of yours, St. Aubin?” asked Lord Morven.

                                                                                                                                                          "Don't know. The small one's a crack shot. At twenty feet or so. Don't know about the other."I observed the Old Soldier - not to adopt the name disrespectfully - to pretty good advantage, on a night which is made memorable to me by something else I shall relate. It was the night of a little party at the Doctor's, which was given on the occasion of Mr. Jack Maldon's departure for India, whither he was going as a cadet, or something of that kind: Mr. Wickfield having at length arranged the business. It happened to be the Doctor's birthday, too. We had had a holiday, had made presents to him in the morning, had made a speech to him through the head-boy, and had cheered him until we were hoarse, and until he had shed tears. And now, in the evening, Mr. Wickfield, Agnes, and I, went to have tea with him in his private capacity.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    • 鈥楤atala, Jan. 4, 1877.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      AND INDIA.