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Just remember that it's as though I'd never done anything; everything's going on in its usual way; life will always be just the same . . . if you'll keep hold of yourself do you understand? Do you hear me?" Bunning's quavering voice answered him, "I'll try." "Well, look here. Think of it quite calmly, naturally.
Now, at half-past nine, the company of twenty march singing down the K.P. and gather unto themselves others a murmur is spreading through the byways. "Bonfire on the Common." "Bonfire on the Common." The streets begin to be black with undergraduates. Olva was conscious as he passed with Lawrence through the now crowded streets that Bunning's hysteria had had an effect upon his nerves.
Thompson, a wretched creature in the Second Year, who had, during his first term, been of the pious persuasion and had since turned traitor, offered an eager assurance. The news obviously tempted Lawrence. He moved his body slowly round. "Well," he said slowly, then he turned to Olva. "You'll come?" he said. "No, thanks," said Olva shortly. "Bunning's been ragged about enough.
The atmosphere of the room that had lain upon him so heavily was lighter and he seemed to feel the gentle withdrawing of that pursuit that now, ever, night and day, sounded in his ears. And what, above all, had happened to him? He flung his mind back to a month ago. With what scorn then would he have glanced at Bunning's ugly body with what impatience have listened to his pitiful confessions.
He's been at me now for days; ever since that time he stopped me in Outer Court and asked me why I was a friend of yours. He's been coming to my room at night at all sorts of times and just sitting there and looking at me." Olva came across and touched Bunning's arm: "Poor Bunning! What a brute I was to tell you!" "He used to come and say nothing just look at me. I couldn't stand it, you know.
Now he said gently "Tell me about yourself." Bunning gulped and gripped the baggy knees of his trousers. "I'm very unhappy," he said at last desperately "very. And if you hadn't come with me the other night to hear Med-Tetloe I'm sure I don't know why you did I shouldn't have come now " "Well, what's the matter?" Bunning's mouth was full of toast. "It was that night that service.
His words came in jerks. Olva crossed the room and stood looking down upon him. "No, Bunning, I'm perfectly well. . . . There's nothing the matter with me. My nerves have been a bit tried lately by this business, keeping it all alone, and it's a great relief to me to have told you." The fact forced itself upon Bunning's brain. At last in a husky whisper: "You . . . killed . . . Carfax?"
Olva read the words and found them very sentimental, very bad verse and rather unpleasantly fall of blood and pain. Every one stood; the chairs creaked from one end of the building to the other, an immense volume of sound rose to the roof. Olva felt that the entire church was seized with emotion. He saw that Bunning's hand was trembling, he knew that many eyes were filled with tears.
As he faced Bunning's staring glasses, the thought came to Him, "Am I going mad? Has it been too much for me? -Mad?" He stopped, wheeled round, caught the table with both hands, and leaned over to Bunning, who stood, his mouth open, his cap and gown still on. Olva very gravely said: "Come in, Bunning. Shut the door. 'Sport' it. That's right. Take off your gown and sit down."
"Don't be such a blooming fool. Take off your gown if you're going to stop." Bunning meekly took off his gown. His spectacles seemed so large that they swallowed up the rest of his face; the spectacles and the enormous flat-toed boots were the principal features of Bunning's attire. He sat down again and gazed at Olva with the eyes of a devoted dog. Olva looked at him.
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