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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. 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
 tropical sun, leading his quiet, luxurious life. He lived much alone, and was what people call eccentric--by which I understand, that he was very much himself, and, refusing the influence of other people, they had their revenges, and called him names. It is a habit not exclusively 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--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. R AND AN EASY MAN HE BASKED IN THE TROPICAL SUN LEADING HIS QUIET LUXURIOUS LIFE HE LIVED MUCH ALONE AND WAS WHAT PEOPLE CALL ECCENTRIC BY WHICH I UNDERSTAND THAT HE WAS VERY MUCH HIMSELF AND REFUSING THE INFLUENCE OF OTHER PEOPLE THEY HAD THEIR REVENGES AND CALLED HIM NAMES IT IS A HABIT NOT EXCLUSIVELY 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
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