Identifier: rewardsfairie00kipl (find matches)
Title: Rewards and fairies
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
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Publisher: London : Macmillan
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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others hadmade em, and warns em, if they do not kiss andbe friends on the instant, shell have Chris Hattonhorse and birch em in the style of the new schoolat Harrow. (Chris looks sour at that.) Lastly,because she needed time to think on Philips letterburning in her pocket, she signifies her pleasureto dance with em and teach em better manners.Whereat the revived company call down Heavensblessing on her gracious head; Chris and theothers prepare Brickwall House for a dance, andshe walks in the clipped garden between those twolovely young sinners who are both ready to sinkfor shame. They confess their fault. It appearsthat midway in the banquet the elder—they werecousins—conceived that the Queen looked uponhim with special favour. The younger, takingthe look to himself, after some words gives theelder the lie ; hence, as she guessed, the duel. * And which had she really looked at ? Danasked. Neither—except to wish them farther off.She was afraid all the while theyd spill dishes on
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Admiral Boy—\ ice-Admiral Babe, says Liloriana. -1 cry yourpardon.—p. 41. GLORIANA 41 her gown. She tells em this, poor chicks—andit completes their abasement. When they hadgrilled long enough, she says : And so youwould have fleshed your maiden swords for me—for me ? Faith, they would have been at it againif shed egged em on ! but their swords—oh,prettily they said it !—had been drawn for heronce or twice already. * And where ? says she. On your hobby-horses before you were breeched ? * On my own ship, says the elder. Mycousin was vice-admiral of our venture in hispinnace. We would not have you think of us asbrawling children. * No, no, says the younger, and flames likea very Tudor rose. At least the Spaniardsknow us better. * Admiral Boy—Vice-Admiral Babe, saysGloriana, ** I cry your pardon. The heat of thesepresent times ripens childhood to age morequickly than I can follow. But wc are at peacewith Spain. Where did you break your Queenspeace : * On the sea called therewardsfairie00kipl

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