Twice a week, in the history classes, I came in contact with the naval¹ students. To give themselves a sailor-like appearance they wore red sashes, and they constantly drew ships and anchors on their copy-books.  
I never dreamed of that career for myself; scarcely oftener than once or twice had such a thought passed through my mind and then it had disquieted² me: it was, however, the only life in which I could indulge my taste for travel and adventure. It terrified me, this naval career, more than any other because of the long exiles it imposed, exiles that faith could no longer make seem endurable, as in the days when I had expressed a desire to become a missionary³.
 
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