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"Oh, but it is though," said Roly; "and you don't know what Roly's found." I'm in a hurry, my boy, I've got an appointment." "Roly's got something better than that," observed the child. Mr. Bultitude, in spite of his terror, was too much afraid of hurting him by brushing roughly past to attempt such a thing, so he tried diplomacy. "Well, what has Roly found a cracker?"
Bultitude was so near the hour of his deliverance, he still had a bad quarter of an hour before him, in which the last farewells must be said, and he found it impossible under these circumstances to compose himself for a quiet half-hour's nap, or retire to the billiard-room for a cup of coffee and a mild cigar, as he would otherwise have done since he was certain to be disturbed.
Unhappily for him he found this safety-valve in a series of suppressed but distinctly audible sniffs. Mr. Bultitude bore this for some time with no other protest than an occasional indignant bounce or a lowering frown in the offender's direction, but at last his nerves, strung already to a high pitch by all he had undergone, could stand it no longer. "Dr.
Blinkhorn's notions of discipline were qualified by a sportsmanlike instinct which forbade him to harass a boy already in trouble, as he understood young Bultitude had been, and so he forbore from pressing him to take any share in the class work. Mr.
It was Porter, his neighbour of the German lesson. "There you are, Bultitude, then," he said in his squeaky voice: "I want you." "I can't stop," said Paul, "I'm in a hurry another time." "Another time won't do," said little Porter, laying hold of him by his jacket. "I want that rabbit." This outrageous demand took Mr. Bultitude's breath away.
"This is very suspicious," said the Doctor; "if your conscience were good, Bultitude, you could have no object in preventing me from hearing Chawner. I hear Chawner first." "Then, sir, if you please," said Chawner, with an odious side smirk of triumph at Paul, who, quite crushed by the horror of the situation, had collapsed feebly on his chair again, "I thought it was my duty to let you see this.
She ran straight to him, laid her hand on his arm and looked into his face pleadingly. "Dick," she said, "you're not sulky still, are you?" Mr. Bultitude had borne a good deal already, and, not being remarkably sweet-natured, he shook the little hand away, half petulant and half alarmed. "I do wish you wouldn't do this sort of thing in public. You'll compromise me, you know!" he said nervously.
Bultitude, "in rabbits and mice. Some boys claimed it as money they paid you to get them, I believe." "All your own fault," said Dick, "you would have them drowned. But you'd better have some tin to get along with. How much do you want? Will half-a-crown do?" "Half-a-crown is not much, Dick," said his father, almost humbly.
Bultitude, losing his temper; "I haven't been searching the whole school for sweetmeats! I have other things to occupy my mind, sir. And, once for all, I demand to be heard! Dr. Grimstone, there are, ahem, domestic secrets that can only be alluded to in the strictest privacy. I see that one of your assistants is writing at his table there.
Bultitude felt so sore and insulted. But they kept it up long after the thing had lost its first freshness until at last exhaustion made them lean to mercy, and they cuffed him ignominiously into a corner, and left him to lament his ill-treatment there till the bell rang for dinner, for which, contrary to precedent, his recent violent exercise had excited little appetite.
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