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At least justice would be done now, although this usher had blundered so unpardonably that morning. "This is childish, you know," said Mr. Blinkhorn, "and it's not football. The Doctor will be seriously angry if he comes and sees you trifling here. Let the boy go." "But he's cheated some of the fellows, sir," grumbled Tipping and Siggers together. "Well, you've no right to punish him if he has.
Blinkhorn alone was absent, for, not liking these exhibitions, he had taken an opportunity of slipping out into the playground, round which he was now solemnly trotting at the "double" with elbows squared and head up; an exercise which he said was an excellent thing for the back and lungs.
The evening passed quietly; the boys left at home sat in their places, reading or pretending to read. Mr. Blinkhorn, left in charge of them, was at his table in the corner noting up his diary. Paul was free for a time to think over his position.
Blinkhorn and the few enthusiasts went back to their unobtrusive game, while the rest of the school discussed the affair in groups, the popular indignation against young Bultitude's hitherto unsuspected meanness growing more marked every instant. It might have even taken some decided and objectionable form before long, but when it was at its height there was a sudden cry of alarm.
Blinkhorn, whose good opinion he had now lost for ever. "Please, sir," said Chawner, "I can feel something like a purse in his pocket. Shall I take it out, sir?" "As he refuses to act with common honesty yes," said Mr. Blinkhorn.
He looked good-natured he would trust him. "Do you mean to say really," he asked, with more cordiality than he had spoken for a long time, "that you see the a the difference?" "I saw it almost directly," said Mr. Blinkhorn, with mild triumph. "That's the most extraordinary thing," said Paul, "and yet it ought to be evident enough, to be sure.
"Mustn't a man do as he pleases in his own house, then? I he was not obliged to see the house overrun with vermin, I suppose?" But this only made them angrier, and they resented his defence with hoots, and groans, and hisses. Mr. Blinkhorn meanwhile was pondering the affair conscientiously.
On these last occasions the school generally prepared itself for a rather formidable quarter of an hour. This was the case now and, as a further portent, Mr. Blinkhorn was observed to come down and, after a few words with Mr. Tinkler, withdrew with him through the school gate. "He's sent them out for a walk," said Siggers, who was skilled in omens. "It's a row!"
Blinkhorn, were fairly attentive, and he noticed one small smug-faced boy about half-way up, who, while a class-mate was faltering and blundering over some question, would cry "I know, sir. Let me tell him. Ask me, sir!" in a restless agony of superior information. Down by Paul, however, the discipline was relaxed enough, as perhaps could only be expected on the first day of term.
Excusable! Why, what the dooce do you mean, sir? You're taking the other side now!" "This is not the language of penitence, Bultitude," said poor Mr. Blinkhorn, disheartened and bewildered. "Remember, you have put off the Old Man now!" "I'm not likely to forget that," said Paul; "I only wish I could see my way to putting him on again!" "You want to be your old self again?" gasped Mr. Blinkhorn.
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