“But”—I asked.
“Don’t be a fool. You’ve got a good wife,—be satisfied.”
I turned to Clara, and was satisfied. Although Mrs. Maitland never forgave me, the jolly old Governor laughed heartily over the joke, and so well used his influence that I soon became, dear reader, Admiral Breezy, K. C. B.
GUY HEAVYSTONE; OR, “ENTIRE”
A MUSCULAR NOVEL
BY THE AUTHOR OF “SWORD AND GUN” [ [!-- H2 anchor --] ]
CHAPTER I
“NEREI REPANDIROSTRUM INCURVICERVICUM PECUS.”
A Dingy, swashy, splashy afternoon in October; a school-yard filled with a mob of riotous boys. A lot of us standing outside.