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A public lickin' ain't in it with a gentle jape. Bet a bob you'll weep an' promise anything." "Look here, young Beetle, we'll half kill you when we get up. I'll promise you that, at any rate." "You're going to be half killed first, though. Did you give Clewer Head-knuckles?" "Did you give Clewer Head-knuckles?" McTurk echoed.
And an Ag Ag was he made, forthwith. The hard-bought experience of nearly eighteen years was at his disposal, but he did not seem to appreciate it. "He says we are sweeps. Put him away! Now, Campbell! Oh, I forgot! I say, Campbell, what did you bully Clewer for?" Then came the tears scalding tears; appeals for mercy and abject promises of peace.
A huge fire was burning and leaping in the fastnesses of that stone cavity, and it was by the light of this alone that the room was illumined and this had the effect as Peter noticed, of making certain people, like Mother Figgis and Jane Clewer, quite monstrous, and fantastic with their skirts and hair and their shadows on the wall.
Set him up, Beetle. Give me the glove an' put in the gag." In silence Campbell was "rocked" sixty-four times. "I believe I'm goin' to die!" he gasped. "He says he is goin' to die. Put him away. Now, Sefton! Oh, I forgot! Sefton, what did you bully Clewer for?" The answer is unprintable; but it brought not the faintest flush to Stalky's downy cheek. "Make him an Ag Ag, Turkey!"
"It was all Stalky, but it was a lark," said Beetle. "I have noticed the moral reform in several quarters. Didn't I tell you you had more influence than any boys in the Coll. if you cared to use it?" "It's a trifle exhaustin' to use frequent our kind of moral suasion. Besides, you see, it only makes Clewer cheeky." "I wasn't thinking of Clewer; I was thinking of the other people, Stalky."
The torture of the Key which has no key at all hurts excessively. They endured several minutes of it, and their language necessitated the gag. "Did you give Clewer Corkscrews?" "Yes. Oh, curse your silly souls! Let us alone, you cads." They were corkscrewed, and the torture of the Corkscrew this has nothing to do with corkscrews is keener than the torture of the Key.
"Oh, lug 'em into our study," said Campbell. "It's nice an' quiet in there. I'll cock-fight Turkey. This is an improvement on young Clewer." "Right O! I move it's shoes-off for them an' shoes-on for us," said Sefton joyously, and the two were flung down on the study floor. Stalky rolled them behind an arm-chair. "Now I'll tie you two up an' direct the bull-fight.
Even then they could not realize the game. "Well, now we're goin' to bully you because we jolly well choose. We're goin' to be just as fair to you as you were to Clewer. He couldn't do anything against you. You can't do anything to us. Odd, ain't it?" "Can't we? You wait an' see." "Ah," said Beetle reflectively, "that shows you've never been properly jested with.
"I've been watching times and seasons and events and men and boys," he replied. "I am pleased with my Tenth Legion. I make them my compliments. Clewer was throwing ink-balls in form this morning, instead of doing his work. He is now doing fifty lines for unheard-of audacity." "You can't blame us, sir," said Beetle. "You told us to remove the er pressure. That's the worst of a fag."
Then I would not doubt but at the last he'd turn tail! aye, turn Protestant himself entirely." To MRS. R. BUTLER. 1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET, Dec. 26. While Francis is pro-ing and con-ing with Fanny about alterations in his house at Clewer, I may go on with my scribbling, and tell you that Honora luncheoned here, and then off we went to Mrs. Debrizey's, Mrs. Darwin's, Mrs. Hensleigh Wedgewood, Mrs.
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