Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
"No, not that way," said another; "more to the right, near to that
cliff. No, no; this way, to the left. Why, man, you have lost your
eyes!"
The rogues were delighted to see that, though Nicholas made no reply,
his head wagged from right to left, and from left to right, as they
chose to turn it. When he had gazed till the fog had drawn closer round
the nearer headlands, and when he wiped his eyes in the cutting wind
with his coat-sleeve, till they watered faster than ever, the joke was
improved upon. The children crowded together in a sheltered corner, and
invited Nicholas to come too, and be comfortable, instead of standing to
be buffeted like a sea-gull that knew no better. They tantalized him
with accounts of what they were going to do at home,--with mention of
hot broth and potatoes, of fire, of shelter, and of everything
comfortable that he was not likely to have for nearly six hours to come.
Nicholas was immoveable; and when they were tired of plaguing him, and
ran off with expressions of insulting pity, he paced his allotted walk
without any sign of anger or discontent. His first token of emotion of
any kind was a vehement laugh, when he saw what next befel the little
brown boy who had begun the attack on him.
The boy's companions had warned him of the uselessness of trying to
provoke Nicholas, and had recommended Brady in preference,--Brady, the
Irishman, who was known to find it necessary to keep the thought of
punishment before him, in order to hold his tongue when jeered by those
who would take advantage of his not being able to answer. About Brady,
therefore, gathered the small fry; and they pestered him till he turned
suddenly round, seized Uriah Faa, the gipsy boy, and laid him sprawling,
just in advance of a ninth wave, as it was rolling on. The boy yelled,
Brady resumed his walk, the other children scampered off, full of fear
and wrath, and Nicholas laughed aloud.
"Really now, I call that very cruel," said a sweet voice behind him. "I
would not do such a thing as that for the world; and I should be very
sorry to laugh at it. Would not you, Elizabeth?"
"O, yes; but what can you expect from a set of creatures like this Coast
Guard, that are put here to plague the people?" replied Elizabeth.
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