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Jolland seemed stupefied, though relieved, by the unexpected construction put upon his conduct, as he gulped down the intercepted fragments of pudding, while the rest diligently cleared their plates with as much show of appreciation as they could muster. Mr. Bultitude shuddered at this one more narrow escape.
Yes, this was no dream of a distempered digestion, but sober reality. The whole of that horrible scene in the dining-room had really taken place; and now he, Paul Bultitude, the widely-respected merchant of Mincing Lane, a man of means and position, was being ignominiously packed off to school as if he were actually the schoolboy some hideous juggle had made him appear!
Bultitude, and he went on with immense dignity, "I ah I'm not aware that I've been saying anything particularly ridiculous. You seem to be amused?" "Don't!" gasped Dick. "It, it isn't anything you're saying it's, it's oh, can't you feel any difference?" "The sooner you go back to school the better!" said Paul angrily. "I wash my hands of you.
Bultitude would have given much just then to go up and shake her into hysterics, or curse her bitterly for the mischief she had done; but he refrained, either from an innate chivalry, or from a feeling that such an outburst would be ill-judged.
Bultitude; he threw himself on the bed and raved at the hideous fate in store for him; ten short minutes ago, and he had been so happy so certain of release and now, not only was he as far from all hope of escape as ever, but he had the certainty before him of a sound flogging in less than two hours!
Bultitude during the rest of that unhappy week at Crichton House; but it would only be false delicacy to do so. Things went worse and worse with him. The real Dick in his most objectionable moods could never have contrived to render himself one quarter so disliked and suspected as his substitute was by the whole school masters and boys.
I've behaved like a cad, I know, but, and this is what I wanted to say, I was sorry for you all the time." "That's very comforting," said Paul drily; "thank you. I'm vastly obliged to you." "I was, though," said Biddlecomb. "I, I was led away by the other fellows I always liked you, you know, Bultitude." "You've a very odd way of showing your affection," remarked Mr.
Bultitude was suddenly horrified to observe that a young lady, who occupied a pew at right angles to and touching that in which he sat, was deliberately making furtive signals to him in a most unmistakable manner. To be signalled to in a marked manner by a strange young lady of great personal attractions might be a coveted distinction to other schoolboys, but it simply gave Mr.
Bultitude learned this opening sentence by heart, he thought it taking and neat, the sort of thing to fix his hearer's attention from the first. After that he found it difficult to get any further; he knew himself that all he was about to describe was plain, unvarnished fact but how would it strike a stranger's ear?
And in this unsatisfactory way the afternoon dragged along until the dusk gathered and the lamps were lighted, and it became too dark to see goal-posts or ball. By the time play was stopped and the school reformed for the march home, Mr. Bultitude felt that he was glad even to get back to labour as a relief from such a form of enjoyment.
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