Quicksilver

George Manville Fenn
Quicksilver, by George Manville
Fenn

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Title: Quicksilver The Boy With No Skid To His Wheel
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: Frank Dadd
Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21363]
Language: English
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Quicksilver; or, The Boy With No Skid To His Wheel, by George
Manville Fenn.

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I don't know where they get titles for books from. The subtitle is "The
Boy with no Skid to his Wheel", and that is the only mention of the
word "skid" in the entire book. The only "wheel" mentioned is when the
boy hero does cartwheels round the drawing-room. And the said boy is
referred to as "a globule of quicksilver". So I suppose it is something
the author had in his mind before he began the book.
Unlike most of Fenn's books, which involve dire situations with pirates
in the China Seas, and other such places, the entire action of this book
takes place in a small English village. The local doctor, having retired
childless, decides he would like to adopt a boy. Being a Governor of
the local Institute for the Poor he goes there and selects a boy who at
the age of two had been a foundling, and who is now eleven or twelve.
Everyone is keen to make this work, but there is a big difference in
social manners between a boy brought up in an Institute, and the boy
the doctor would like to have. So a certain amount of retraining has to
take place. Of course this is successful in the end, but there are a lot of
blips long the way. Our hero makes friends with a local boy who is
definitely "non-U". They run away together in a boat they have nicked
for the purpose. For a few days they have various adventures, some
enjoyable, but most of them not.
On being brought back our hero is sent to a small private school run by
a clergyman, who beats the boy mercilessly, so that he runs away from
the school, back to the doctor's, but remains hidden in an out-house. He
is found, but becomes very ill, so the whole household is taken to a
rented house in the Isle of Wight, where he eventually recovers. At
which point it is discovered who his real parents are, and he is "U"
after all, so everyone feels good about it.
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QUICKSILVER; OR, THE BOY WITH NO SKID TO HIS WHEEL, BY

GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
A VERY STRANGE PAIR.
He was very grubby, and all about his dark grey eyes there were the
marks made by his dirty fingers where he had rubbed away the tickling
tears. The brownish red dust of the Devon lanes had darkened his
delicate white skin, and matted his shiny yellow curls.
As to his hands, with their fat little fingers, with every joint showing a
pretty dimple, they looked white and clean, but that was due to the fact
that he was sitting in a bed of moss by the roadside, where the water
came trickling down from the red rocks above, and dabbling and
splashing the tiny pool, till the pearly drops hung among his dusty curls,
and dotted, as if with jewels, the ragged old blue jersey shirt which
seemed to form his only garment.
This did not fit him, in spite of its elasticity, for it was what a dealer
would have called "man's size," and the wearer was about two and a
half, or at the most three; but the sleeves had been cut so that they only
reached his elbows, and the hem torn off the bottom and turned into a
belt or sash, which was tied tightly round the little fellow's waist, to
keep the jersey from slipping off.
Consequently the plump neck was bare, as were his dirty little legs,
with their dimpled, chubby knees.
While he splashed and dabbled the water, the sun flashed upon the
drops, some of which jewelled the spreading ferns which drooped over
the natural fount, and even reached as high as the delicate leafage of
stunted overhanging birch, some of whose twigs kept waving in the soft
summer breeze, and sweeping against the boy's curly hair.
When the little fellow splashed the water, and felt it fly into his face, he
laughed--burst after burst of silvery, merry laughter; and in
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