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"Gaunt, some mischief has been done in the vestry, touching Bywater's surplice. Do you know anything of it?" "No, sir," was the prompt answer. And Gaunt was one who scorned to tell a lie. The master ranged his eyes round the circle. "Who does?" There was no reply. The boys looked at one another, a sort of stolid surprise for the most part predominating. Mr.
Bywater had been owing him a grudge for weeks, on account of Charley's persistent silence touching what he had seen the day the surplice was inked; and now there arose another grudge on Bywater's score, and also on that of others.
"I say, Jenkins," said he, "what's the matter with you?" Jenkins took the question literally. "I believe it may be called a sort of decline, sir. I don't know any other name for it." "Shan't you get well?" "Oh no, sir! I don't look for that, now." The fear thumped at Bywater's heart worse than before.
Be it as it would, the words found a strange echo in Arthur's heart, as Bywater's sweet voice rang through the cathedral. "O taste, and see, how gracious the Lord is, blessed is the man that trusteth in him. O fear the Lord, ye that are his saints. for they that fear him lack nothing. The lions do lack, and suffer hunger: but they who seek the Lord shall want no manner of thing that is good.
In like manner and the coincidence was somewhat remarkable Charles himself now entered it, when that same ceremony was just brought to a conclusion, only that the back, instead of being Pierce senior's, was Gerald Yorke's. Terrible disgrace for a senior! and Gerald wished Bywater's surplice had been at the bottom of the river before he had meddled with it. He had not done it purposely.
Now somewhere beneath Bywater's waistcoat, there really was a little bit of heart; and, as he thus looked, a great fear began to thump against it. He followed Jenkins into the parlour. Mrs.
J. Burnet: Early Greek Philosophy, 1892, p. 137, Bywater's no.
"Here! get out of the way for an old muff!" was Bywater's rejoinder; and in a second he had mounted the window-frame, and dropped into the burial-ground. "Now then, old Jenkins, I'll go about and you call out when I come to the right spot."
Not because it might be wrong so to cheat Ketch Ketch was the common enemy of the boys, of Charley as of the rest but because he had plenty of lessons to do. This was Bywater's opportunity; he chose to interpret the hesitation differently. "So you are afraid, Miss Charley! Ho! ho! Do you think the cloisters will be dark? that the moon won't keep the ghosts away?
The boys grouped themselves together: they were expecting to use their own expression a row. "Bywater, what is the meaning of this conduct?" was the master's stern demand. "I had no surplice, sir," was Bywater's answer a saucy-looking boy with a red face, who had a propensity for getting into "rows," and, consequently, into punishment. "No surplice!" repeated Mr.
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