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He caught sight of Jenkins, and, hurried as he was, much of punishment as he was bargaining for, it had such an effect upon him, that he pulled up short. Was it Jenkins, or his ghost? Bywater had never been so struck with any sight before.
Bywater stealthily followed the child near to the lodge, screening himself from observation; and, as soon as old Ketch hobbled out of it, he popped in, snatched the cloister keys from their nail, and deposited a piece of paper, folded as a note, on Ketch's table. Then he made off. Back came Ketch, after a while.
Stephen Bywater sat in one of the niches of the cloisters, a pile of books by his side. Around him, in various attitudes, were gathered seven of the most troublesome of the tribe Pierce senior, George Brittle, Tod Yorke, Fred Berkeley, Bill Simms, Mark Galloway, and Hurst, who had now left the choir, but not the school. They were hatching mischief.
By these means, Bywater arrived at a solution of the question, where the broken phial was found; old Jenkins pointing out the spot, to the best of his ability. Bywater then vaulted back again, and alighted safe and sound in the cloisters. Old Jenkins asked for his sixpence. "Why, you did not earn it!" said Bywater. "You wouldn't get over!"
There are two fellows in this school, one's at your desk, one's at the second desk, and I believe they'd either of them do me a nasty turn if they could. It was one of them." "Who do you mean?" asked Gaunt eagerly. Bywater laughed. "Thank you. If I tell now, it may defeat the ends of justice, as the newspapers say. I'll wait till I am sure and then, let him look to himself.
"Long live Tom Channing, the senior of Helstonleigh school!" shouted bold Bywater; and the boys, thus encouraged, took up the shout, and the old walls echoed it. "Long live Tom Channing, the senior of Helstonleigh school!" Before the noise had died away, Lady Augusta was gone, and another had been added to the company, in the person of Mr. Huntley.
"Suppose it should turn out to have been a senior, Mr. Gaunt?" spoke Bywater. "Suppose you should turn out to be an everlasting big donkey?" retorted the senior boy. Excepting for this solitary office, the street consisted of private houses, and it was one of the approaches to the cathedral, though not the chief one. Mr.
"I'll take it, then," said Bywater, slipping it into his pocket. "And now I'm off. Hope you'll get better, Jenkins." "Thank you, sir. Let me put the broken bottle in paper, Master Bywater. You will cut your fingers if you carry it loose in your pocket." "Oh, that be bothered!" answered Bywater. "Who cares for cut fingers?" He pushed himself through Mrs.
I don't ask you to blurt it out to the school, and I won't bring your name up in it at all; I won't act upon what you tell me. There!" "Bywater, I don't know; and suspicion goes for nothing. Gaunt said it did not." Bywater gave Charley a petulant shake. "I say that you know morally, Miss Channing.
But I don't think it was either of those causes much; I believe, sir, that it was God Himself working in my heart. I believe He sent the fall in His mercy. After I got up, I seemed to know that I should soon go to Him; and I hope it is not wrong to say it I seemed to wish to go." Bywater felt somewhat puzzled. "I am not speaking about your heart and religion, and all that, Jenkins.
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