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"It is not a large school," he said, "and I don't suppose it could play Wrykyn at cricket, but it has one merit boys work there. Young Barlitt won a Balliol scholarship from Sedleigh last year." Barlitt was the vicar's son, a silent, spectacled youth who did not enter very largely into Mike's world. They had met occasionally at tennis-parties, but not much conversation had ensued.
It seems that a certain scug in the next village to ours happened last year to collar a Balliol " "Not Barlitt!" exclaimed Mike. "That was the man. The son of the vicar. The vicar told the curate, who told our curate, who told our vicar, who told my father, who sent me off here to get a Balliol too. Do you know Barlitt?" "His father's vicar of our village.
"It is not a large school," he said, "and I don't suppose it could play Wrykyn at cricket, but it has one merit boys work there. Young Barlitt won a Balliol scholarship from Sedleigh last year." Barlitt was the vicar's son, a silent, spectacled youth who did not enter very largely into Mike's world. They had met occasionally at tennis parties, but not much conversation had ensued.
Barlitt's mind was massive, but his topics of conversation were not Mike's. "Mr. Barlitt speaks very highly of Sedleigh," added Mr. Jackson. Mike said nothing, which was a good deal better than saying what he would have liked to have said.
"But why Sedleigh, of all places?" "This is the most painful part of my narrative. It seems that a certain scug in the next village to ours happened last year to collar a Balliol " "Not Barlitt!" exclaimed Mike. "That was the man. The son of the vicar. The vicar told the curate, who told our curate, who told our vicar, who told my father, who sent me off here to get a Balliol too.
Do you know Barlitt?" "His pater's vicar of our village. It was because his son got a Balliol that I was sent here." "Do you come from Crofton?" "Yes." "I've lived at Lower Benford all my life. We are practically long-lost brothers. Cheer a little, will you?" Mike felt as Robinson Crusoe felt when he met Friday. Here was a fellow human being in this desert place.
Barlitt's mind was massive, but his topics of conversation were not Mike's. "Mr. Barlitt speaks very highly of Sedleigh," added Mr. Jackson. Mike said nothing, which was a good deal better than saying what he would have liked to have said.
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