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"Come, that's good!" exclaimed Bywater, in too genuine a tone to admit a suspicion of its truth. "I have not been near your knife-box; I have not put my foot inside the door." In point of fact, Bywater had not. He had stood outside, bending his head and body inwards, his hands grasping either door-post. "What's gone with 'em? who 'as took 'em off?
As it is, I shall look upon this as a confidential communication, and not order you punishment. But we will not have any more tricks played at locking up Ketch. You understand?" "All right, my lord. Thank you a hundred times." Bywater, touching his trencher, leaped off. The bishop turned to enter his palace gates, which were close by, and encountered Ketch talking to the head-master.
If your lordship were not the bishop," added bold Bywater, "he would vent it upon you." "Would he?" said the bishop, who was a dear lover of candour, and would have excused a whole bushel of mischief, rather than one little grain of falsehood. "Not a day passes, but he sets upon us with his tongue. He would keep us out of the cloisters; he would keep us out of our own schoolroom.
Bywater, myself, and perhaps a couple of undergraduates often a bewildered and silent couple I see that little vanished company in the far past so plainly! Three of them are dead and for me the gray walls of Lincoln must always be haunted by their ghosts. The historian of French painting and French decorative art was already in those days unfolding in Mrs. Pattison.
Wine, and all the rest of it, she's got for him, since he was ill. 'There's a knife and fork for ye, whenever ye like to come, she says to me, in her tart way. But deuce a bit of money will she give. If it weren't for one and another friend giving me an odd sixpence now and then, Master Bywater, I should never hardly get any baccy!"
If he let us alone, we should let him alone. I am not speaking this in the light of a complaint to your lordship," Bywater added, throwing his head back. "I don't want to get him into a row, tyrant though he is; and the college boys can hold their own against Ketch." "I expect they can," significantly replied the bishop. "He would keep you out of the cloisters, would he?"
"Let it be proved against me, sir, if you please, before you punish. I don't think even Bywater, rancorous as he is, can prove me guilty." At this moment, who should walk forward but Mr. Bill Simms, much to the astonishment of the head-master, and of the school in general. Since Mr.
I should never get back alive, once I were propelled over into that graveyard." Bywater felt considerably discomfited. "What a weak rat you must be, old Jenkins! Why, it's nothing!" "I know it ain't for you college gents. 'Twouldn't have been much for me when I was your age. Skin and clothes weren't of much account to me, then." "Oh, it's that, is it?" returned Bywater, contemptuously.
"Here comes Bill Simms!" exclaimed Bywater, when their smothered laugh was over. "What has he been doing to himself? He's as white as the ghost!" Mr. Bill Simms assuredly did look white. He had a pale face at the best of times, and it was embellished with straw-coloured hair. But at the present moment it had turned ghastly, and his frame seemed shaking as he came along.
"Come, Miss Channing, just shell out what you know; it's a shame the choristers should lie under such a ban: and of course we shall do so, with Pye." "You be quiet, Hurst, and let Miss Charley alone," drawled Bywater. "I don't want him, or anybody else to get pummelled to powder; I'll find it out for myself, I say.
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