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Updated: May 13, 2025
And you're going to join 'em. Why, hang it, some Dago may stick a knife into you, and where should we be then hey? Your governor wouldn't settle a gambling debt, would he?" This was too true. Scaife grinned diabolically. He knew that Beaumont-Greene's father was endeavouring to establish a credit-account with the Recording Angel.
"Some of it?" "None of it." "You sent it to London? To buy these handsome presents?" "Ye-es, sir." "You hadn't much time. Lock-up's early, and you received the money in gold. Did you buy Orders?" Beaumont-Greene's head began to buzz. He found himself wondering why Warde was speaking in this smooth, quiet voice, so different from his usual curt, incisive tones. "Yes, sir."
I don't whine about that; I mean to pay up; but you'll have to wait till I have the money. I'm stoney now." Scaife and Lovell must have accepted this as an ultimatum. But Beaumont-Greene's wretched pride interfered. He had posed as a sort of Golden Youth. To confess himself pinchbeck seemed an unspeakable humiliation. Men have been known to take to drink under the impending sword of dishonour.
"We don't want to drive you into the workhouse," said Scaife. "Thanks. Give you your revenge any time. I dare say between now and the end of the term you'll have most of it back." Warde asked Beaumont-Greene to sit down in a particular chair, which faced the light from a large lamp. Then he took up an envelope. Suddenly cold chills trickled down Beaumont-Greene's spine. He recognized the envelope.
"I want you to leave young Kinloch alone." "Really? Anything else?" "Nothing more, thank you." Beaumont-Greene slowly raised himself out of his chair and glared at John, whose head came to his chin. "You've plenty of cheek." "What I have isn't spotty, anyway." John saw the veins begin to swell in Beaumont-Greene's throat.
As a form of receipt, sir. When you settle I'll return it. If if anything should happen to to you, sir, where would I be?" Beaumont-Greene's temper showed itself. "You all talk as if I was on my death-bed," he said. The tailor stared. Others, then, had suggested to this large, unwholesome youth the possibility of premature decease. "Not at all, sir, but we do live in the valley of shadders.
John spent his holidays abroad with his mother, and when the School reassembled, he found himself in the First Fifth alone. With satisfaction he reflected that this was Lovell's last term, and Beaumont-Greene's too. Warde said a few words at first lock-up.
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