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"A few; in pictures. Wretched old scarecrows they always are, with a cadaverous face and lantern jaws." "That's the reason you'll do so well, Pierce," said Bywater. "You are as thin as a French herring, you know, with a yard and a half of throat." Pierce received the doubtful compliment flatteringly, absorbed in the fine vista of mischief opening before him.
Peering out every now and then from the deep shade, cast by one of the angles of the cathedral, and as swiftly and cautiously drawn back again, was a trencher apparently watching Ketch. As soon as that functionary was fairly launched on his way, the trencher came out completely, and went flying at a swift pace round the college to the Boundaries. It was not worn by Bywater.
"The worst is, how is it to be done? One can't wallop him." "Not wallop him!" repeated Pierce senior, who was a badly disposed boy, as well as a mischievous one. "Why not, pray?" "Not to any good," said Bywater. "I can't, with that delicate face of his. It's like beating a girl." "That's true," assented Hurst. "No, it won't do to go in for beating; might break his bones, or something.
She had been beating up an egg with sugar and wine, and now brought it in in a tumbler. "My dear," said Jenkins, "I don't feel to want it." "Not want it!" said Mrs. Jenkins resolutely. And in two seconds she had taken hold of him, and it was down his throat. "I can't stop parleying here all day, with my shop full of customers." Bywater laughed, and she retreated.
Henry John Porter, an articled clerk in the office of Simon Washburn. Mr. Washburn was a well-known lawyer of those times, whose office was on the corner of Duke and George streets. He acted professionally for the Ridout family, and had the letting and sale of the Duchess street property. It was probably through this circumstance that his clerk had become acquainted with Captain Bywater.
"Who is telling lies now?" cried bold Bywater. "He had the bottle that very day, sir, at his desk, here, in this schoolroom. The upper boys know he had it, and that he was using it. Channing" turning round and catching Tom's eye, the first he did catch "you can bear witness that he was using it that morning." "Don't call upon me," replied Tom, stolidly. "I decline to interfere with Mr.
I'd ha' walked ten miles to see em " "Gracious, Sir John, what's that you are talking about?" interrupted Bywater, as the choristers trooped up, "Escaped you! so we have, for once. What an agony of disappointment it must be for you, Mr. Calcraft! Such practice for your old hands, to topple off a dozen or so of us! Besides the pay! How much do you charge a head, Calcraft?"
Innocence was in every face not guilt; and he, with Hurst, believed he must look elsewhere for the culprit. That it had been done by a college boy there could be no doubt whatever; either out of spite to Bywater, or from pure love of mischief.
Drat all college schools! there's never no good done in 'em!" "How are you this morning, Ketch?" The salutation proceeded from Stephen Bywater, who, in the boisterous manner peculiar to himself and his tribe, had flung open the door without the ceremony of knocking. "I'm none the better for seeing you," growled Ketch. "You need not be uncivil," returned Bywater, with great suavity.
"Won't there be a stunning flogging? Bywater, who did it? Do you know?" Bywater sat himself astride over the end of a bench, and nodded. The senior boy turned to him, some slight surprise in his look and tone. "Do you know, Bywater?" "Pretty well, Gaunt.
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