50 BRAGGADOCIO.

of pride and the shame of boyhood, rolled
down his flushed cheeks.

George, though a tremendous brag, and
passionate and prejudiced, was not entirely
without feeling; his own dark eyes moistened ;
he drew the arm of the stranger within his
own, and said: “The sun shines so brightly
upon the water, that it dazzles and hurts my
eyes. We must hurry back to the hotel, or we
shall be late to dinner.”