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Joan did not remember having taken part in those battles, but she had often seen her brothers and the Domremy boys come home all bruised and bleeding. Once Joan saw more of war than these schoolboy bickers. It was in 1425, when she was a girl of thirteen. There was a kind of robber chief on the English side, a man named Henri d'Orly, from Savoy, who dwelt in the castle of Doulevant.
"I don't. I was wondering if you did, for I imagine from his manner it is something important." "Oh, I know; I had to report one of my prefects yesterday for gambling. No doubt it is in connection with that." "Perhaps. You know it seems a great pity you and Bickers hit it so badly.
He read the letter through, and then, turning to Mr Bickers, said, "This letter is not intended for reading aloud, Mr Bickers." "Yes it is. I insist on your reading it, Mr Chairman." "If you insist, I will do it; but I think you would be wiser to put it in your pocket." "Read it, Mr Chairman," repeated Mr Bickers excitedly. Mr Roe accordingly read, in a voice which betrayed some emotion:
"I dare you to say that you neither know nor suspect the person who assaulted me!" Railsford felt devoutly thankful he had kept his head. He now dug his hands into his pockets, stretched himself, and replied, "You may very safely do that, Bickers." It was hard lines for poor Bickers, this. He had worked so hard to get himself an adversary; and here was all his labour being lost!
"And what particular reason have you for getting Mr Chuckey a testimonial?" "Ha, ha!" said Arthur, who felt bound to laugh at the senior's joke. "Jolly good name for him. Oh, some of the fellows think he's backed us up, you know, about Bickers and all that. Thanks awfully for the sixpence, Felgate. I'll be sure and stick your name at the top of the list. I say, when's that trial adjourned to?"
Mr Bickers, after looking round him, and taking in the scene generally, walked up to the ladies' stand. Fellows dropped back sullenly to make room for him, although one or two pretended not to notice him and continued to stand and shout "Bateson!" "Jukes," until he pushed them aside. "Good-morning, Miss Violet," said he, lifting his hat. "I did not expect to see you here."
There's not even a fellow in the house I can suspect so far." "You feel sure it's one of your fellows?" "It couldn't be anyone else. Roe's and Grover's fellows never come over our side, and never have anything to do with Bickers. And it's hardly likely any of Bickers's fellows would have done it.
"A fine old building, this," said the gentleman; "how many houses are there?" "Eight," said Ainger. "And whose do you belong to?" "Railsford's. That's his, behind us." "And which is Mr Bickers?" "This must be the father of one of Bickers' fellows," thought Ainger. "That one next to ours," he replied.
"Something ought to be done to prevent our house being interfered with by Mr Bickers," said he; "there are sure to be rows while that lasts." "Oh," said Railsford, who had heard rumours of this feud already; "how are we interfered with?" "Oh, every way," replied Ainger; "but we needn't trouble you about that, sir. We can take care of ourselves."
"Even that would not convince me," said Bickers. Railsford stared at him blankly. He had surely misunderstood his words. "I said," he repeated, and there was a tremor of excitement in his voice, which afforded his enemy the keenest pleasure "I said that every word in that letter which refers to me is false. You surely don't believe it after that?"
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