Kenneth Grahame

Kenneth Grahame

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Portrait of Kenneth Grahame Kenneth Grahame,  The Argonauts (1894)

“ At the end of his regulation time Harold stopped crying suddenly, like a clock that had struck its hour; and with a serene and cheerful countenance, wriggled out of Medea's embrace, and ran for a stone to throw at an intrusive blackbird.
"O you boys!" cried Medea, throwing wide her arms with abandonment. "Where have you dropped from? How dirty you are! I've been shut up here for a thousand years, and all that time I've never seen any one under a hundred and fifty! Let's play at something, at once!"
"Rounders is a good game," I suggested, "Girls can play at rounders.
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Portrait of Kenneth Grahame Kenneth Grahame,  The Argonauts (1894)

“ Edward reflected. "Look here," he said presently. "Why shouldn't we get hold of Farmer Larkin's boat, and bang away up the river in a real Argo, and look for Medea, and the Golden Fleece, and everything? And I'll tell you what, I don't mind your being Jason, as you thought of it first."
Harold tumbled out of the trough in the excess of his emotion. "But we aren't allowed to go on the water by ourselves," he cried.
"No," said Edward, with fine scorn; "we aren't allowed; and Jason wasn't allowed either, I dare say—but he went!"
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Portrait of Kenneth Grahame Kenneth Grahame,  The Argonauts (1894)

“ THE advent of strangers, of whatever sort, into our circle, had always been a matter of grave dubiety and suspicion; indeed, it was generally a signal for retreat into caves and fastnesses of the earth, into unthreaded copses or remote outlying cowsheds, whence we were only to be extricated by wily nursemaids, rendered familiar by experience with our secret runs and refuges. ”
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