Embark on a captivating literary journey with "The Adventures of Harry Revel" by Arthur Quiller-Couch, a tale that weaves together elements of adventure, mystery, and self-discovery. Quiller-Couch's narrative introduces readers to the enigmatic character of Harry Revel and the intricacies of his life's journey. Through Quiller-Couch's vivid descriptions and engaging storytelling, readers are transported to vibrant landscapes and introduced to a cast of memorable characters. As the story unfolds, readers are drawn into the protagonist's experiences and challenges, prompting them to reflect on the dynamics of identity, choices, and the pursuit of personal growth.

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My earliest recollections are of a square courtyard surrounded by high walls and paved with blue and white pebbles in geometrical patternsÑcircles, parallelograms, and lozenges. Two of these walls were blank, and had been coped with broken bottles; a third, similarly coped, had heavy folding doors of timber, leaden-grey in colour and studded with black bolt-heads. Beside them stood a leaden-grey sentry-box, and in this sat a red-faced man with a wooden leg and a pigtail, whose business was to attend to the wicket and keep an eye on us small boys as we played. He owned two books which he read constantly: one was Foxe's Martyrs, and the other (which had no title on the binding) I opened one day and found to be The Devil on Two Sticks. The arch over these gates bore two gilt legends. That facing the roadway ran: "Train up a Child in the Way he should Go," which prepared the visitor to read on the inner side: "When he is Old he will not Depart from it." But we twenty-five small foundlings, who seldom evaded the wicket, and so passed our days with the second half of the quotation, found in it a particular and dreadful meaning. The fourth and last wall was the front of the hospital, a two-storeyed building of grey limestone, with a clock and a small cupola of copper, weather-greened, and a steeply pitched roof of slate pierced with dormer windows, behind one of which (because of a tendency to walk in my sleep) I slept in the charge of Miss Plinlimmon, the matron. Below the eaves ran a line of eight tall windows, the three on the extreme right belonging to the chapel; and below these again a low-browed colonnade, in the shelter of which we played on rainy days, but never in fine weatherÑthough its smooth limestone slabs made an excellent pitch for marbles, whereas on the pebbles in the yard expertness could only be attained by heart-breaking practice. Yet we preferred them. If it did nothing else, the Genevan Hospital, by Plymouth Dock, taught us to suit ourselves to the world as we found it.