Of these various four-handed animals, the most remarkable are decidedly the gueribas, with curling tails and a face like Beelzebub.
When I told a group of 2L friends of mine about my fate my first day, they reminisced in minute detail about the first individual to be called on in their section a year earlier.
On the right bank stands Datchet, which even now retains traces of a seamanly past—its boats, its “beach”, its white-topped boatmen. Datchet was the nest of a very rare bird indeed, an astronomeress, Caroline Herschel, sister to the great William, who, from his bachelor home in Bath, struck up a quasi-scientific friendship with George III.
Captain Edward Carlisle, soldier as he was, martinet as he was, felt a curious sensation of helplessness seize upon him as he met her steady gaze, her alluring smile; he could not tell what this prisoner might do.
