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No wonder, poor girl." "Look here, Wilson, keep this dark. I'm not going to write any more poetry. I've been thinking that, ever since I sent Hilda the ode. I don't think it's quite the real article." "No," said Wilson, consolingly; "only original-spirit catching." "A lot you know about it, old man," said Grim, hotly. "Granted, Grimmy; but Hilda twigged the fraud, quick enough."
By-and-by, word was brought to Worcester that the two were not to be found in the neighbourhood; and a further hurried search by anxious Biffenites, headed by Rogers and Wilson, had a like result. "Isn't it awful, Grimmy?" said Rogers. "Where can the idiots be?" Worcester and Acton had a consultation. "If they don't turn up in time we'll have to make a start without 'em."
"I'm not coming, I tell you." "Insanity in the family, evidently," observed Poulett, judicially. "Aren't you coming, really?" "No, I'm not; do get out and leave me alone!" "Never!" said Poulett. "We'll stay with him and see him through the fit, eh?" "Rather! We'll never desert you, Grimmy!"
W.E. Grim's pathetic picture of young Bourne turned out-of-season poacher against his will by an inexorable Acton didn't seem quite to fill the bill. "Grimmy, you're an absolute idiot. That poachin' dodge won't do. Perhaps, after all, they only bike round generally." "What about that cartridge?" said Grim.
This den isn't big enough for you, me, and the 'original spirits' you wing every night. I'm off to the nets. Coming? No? Jove! Grimmy, what nightmares you must take to bed with you every night." But the kindly Fates had the keeping of the chums' friendship in their safe keeping, and I haven't observed yet, that Grim and Wilson are less friendly than they used to be.
"But yesterday and Grimmy was an average back, and now he's holding up some filthy brew to the sunlight to see how muddy it is. Oh, my great aunt!" chimed in Wilson. "How are the mighty fallen!" gasped Sharpe. "Look here, you fellows " began Grim, with still more vivid blushes mantling his noble face. "'Ear, 'ear! speech! speech! withdraw! apologize!"
The honourable five forthwith moved over to the laboratory, and Grim received his beloved cronies with hot blushes and a rather nervous manner. "I say, you chaps, what do you want?" "What did we want?" said Bourne, as though he'd forgotten it. "What was it, Rogers?" "A fellow, formerly Grimmy, not a nasty bottle-washer," said Rogers, more in sorrow than in anger.
W.E. Grim, Esq., explained to a few of his particular chums, Rogers among them, the wonderful shooting he was going to have "up at Acton's place" in Yorkshire, and they listened with visible envy. "Look here, Grimmy, if you tell us next term that you bagged two woodcock with one barrel, we'll boot you all round Biffen's yard so there."
The quintette thereupon spread themselves out, but every shop was drawn blank. "Rum!" said Rogers. "Where can the ass be?" "If we knew, Solomon, would we try to find out?" said Sharpe. "I say, you fellows I've got an idea about Grimmy. Didn't Lancaster give him a leg-up for his chemistry the other day? Permission to footle in the lab. on half-holidays, and all the rest of it?
"We can't dog him now, and anyhow it isn't Pettigrew's pheasants that Jack's after: he's gone past the woods. What a bone-shaker he's captured. Hear the spokes rattlin'." "Not so quick, Grimmy. He's wheeling into that little Westcote inn. We'll run him down now." The rider had indeed dismounted nearly a quarter mile ahead, and instantly the Amorians were stringing down the road again.
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