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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould The Story of Jael — Chapter I: Gull-Fleet (1887)

You do not understand fun. You lose your temper. I had not put the bread between my lips, and was unprepared for you, and down you dive at my eyes. Spite, old bird! Wicked bird! Spite, that! You shall not do that again.’
She sprang to her feet.
‘Now—you rascal, you!’ she exclaimed, threatening the gull, which had settled at her feet on the ground. ‘I shall not forget and forgive that. I hate meanness. I hate cowardice, and it was cowardly of you to strike at my eyes when I was not expecting you.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould The Story of Jael — Chapter I: Gull-Fleet (1887)

The girl’s name was Jael, and she came by it in this way: When Mrs Tapp presented her husband with a daughter, ‘The finest and biggest she-baby as ever was or ought to be,’ said her intimate friend, Mrs Bagg, who nursed her. Mrs Tapp thought she had done enough for Shamgar and the world, and shrank from the rearing of the finest and biggest she-baby into a big and masculine girl, so she gave her husband and baby and nurse the slip, and left them to make the best of life without her.
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Portrait of Sabine Baring-Gould Sabine Baring-Gould The Story of Jael — Chapter I: Gull-Fleet (1887)

Seventeen years had passed, and Jael, from being a big babe, had grown into a big girl strong, finely built, who strode about the marshes, leaped the tidal runs, shouted to the gulls and skuas and the kittiwakes that flew about the flats, and had a face a nutty brown, and black, thick hair, cut short like a boy’s, and lips red as ‘butter-haves’ Do you know what butter-haves are? They are the rose hips in the hedges.
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