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"His morning costume was an ample dressing gown of gorgeously flowered silk, and his morning was very apt to last all day. He rarely read; but he would pace the great piazza for hours, with his hands buried in the pockets of his dressing gown, and an air of sweet reverie, which any book must be a very entertaining one to produce. HIS MORNING COSTUME WAS AN AMPLE DRESSING GOWN OF GORGEOUSLY FLOWERED SILK AND HIS MORNING WAS VERY APT TO LAST ALL DAY HE RARELY READ BUT HE WOULD PACE THE GREAT PIAZZA FOR HOURS WITH HIS HANDS BURIED IN THE POCKETS OF HIS DRESSING GOWN AND AN AIR OF SWEET REVERIE WHICH ANY BOOK MUST BE A VERY ENTERTAINING ONE TO PRODUCE
ave seen the same thing even in this city. "But he was greatly beloved--my bland and bountiful grandfather. He was so large-hearted and open-handed. He was so friendly, and thoughtful, and genial, that even his jokes had the air of graceful benedictions. He did not seem to grow old, and he was one of those who never appear to have been very young. He flourished in a perennial maturity, an immortal middle-age. "My grandfather lived upon one of the small islands--St. Kitt's, perhaps--and his domain extended to the sea. His house, a rambling West Indian mansion, was surrounded with deep, spacious piazzas, covered with luxurious lounges, among which one capacious chair was his peculiar seat. They tell me, he used sometimes to sit there for the whole day, his great, soft, brown eyes fastened upon the sea, watching the specks of sails that flashed upon the horizon, while the evanescent expressions chased each other over his placid face as if it reflected the calm and changing sea before him. LUSIVELY TROPICAL I THINK I HAVE SEEN THE SAME THING EVEN IN THIS CITY BUT HE WAS GREATLY BELOVED MY BLAND AND BOUNTIFUL GRANDFATHER HE WAS SO LARGE HEARTED AND OPEN HANDED HE WAS SO FRIENDLY AND THOUGHTFUL AND GENIAL THAT EVEN HIS JOKES HAD THE AIR OF GRACEFUL BENEDICTIONS HE DID NOT SEEM TO GROW OLD AND HE WAS ONE OF THOSE WHO NEVER APPEAR TO HAVE BEEN VERY YOUNG HE FLOURISHED IN A PERENNIAL MATURITY AN IMMORTAL MIDDLE AGE MY GRANDFATHER LIVED UPON ONE OF THE SMALL ISLANDS SAINT KITT'S PERHAPS AND HIS DOMAIN EXTENDED TO THE SEA HIS HOUSE A RAMBLING WEST INDIAN MANSION WAS SURROUNDED WITH DEEP SPACIOUS PIAZZAS COVERED WITH LUXURIOUS LOUNGES AMONG WHICH ONE CAPACIOUS CHAIR WAS HIS PECULIAR SEAT THEY TELL ME HE USED SOMETIMES TO SIT THERE FOR THE WHOLE DAY HIS GREAT SOFT BROWN EYES FASTENED UPON THE SEA WATCHING THE SPECKS OF SAILS THAT FLASHED UPON THE HORIZON WHILE THE EVANESCENT EXPRESSIONS CHASED EACH OTHER OVER HIS PLACID FACE AS IF IT REFLECTED THE CALM AND CHANGING SEA BEFORE HIM
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