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Updated: May 8, 2025
"My dear Mr. Hartopp, do not vex yourself with this very honourable dilemma of conscience. Let me only find my poor old friend, my benefactor I may call him, and I hope to persuade him, if not to return to the home that waits him, at least to be my guest, or put himself under my care. Do you know the name of the widow with whom he lodges?"
These last words were spoken as a horseman, riding fast along the road towards the bridge that was now close at hand, came, without warning or heed, so close upon our two pedestrians, that George Morley had but just time to pluck Hartopp aside from the horse's hoofs.
The Ruinart, too, that kept spouting from the bucket beside it, was a pet vintage of the Hartopp.
"That singular vagabond who took me in, you remember called himself Chapman real name William Losely, a returned convict. You would have it that he was innocent, though the man himself had pleaded guilty on his trial." "His whole character belied his lips then. Oh, Mr. Hartopp, that man commit the crime imputed to him! a planned, deliberate robbery an ungrateful, infamous breach of trust!
So we rattled off up the avenue. The only comfortable ones among us were Natica and Hartopp. He seemed to think the occurrence a pleasant bit of chance, and he wasn't in the least jealous, not he. I suppose the wife had him schooled to her stage ways of doing things.
"I've seen McTurk being hounded up the stairs to elegise the 'Elegy in a Churchyard, while Beetle and Stalky went to punt-about." "It amounts to systematic cribbing," said Prout, his voice growing deeper and deeper. "No such thing," little Hartopp returned. "You can't teach a cow the violin." "In intention it is cribbing."
But one day he received a letter from his father which disturbed him greatly, and induced him to break ground and speak to his preceptor frankly. In this letter, the elder Mr. Morley mentioned incidentally, amongst other scraps of local news, that he had seen Mr. Hartopp let fall, not being a little queer in the head, as George had been led to surmise, but a very bad character.
I defy you to say that you are guilty of what has been laid to your charge, of what has darkened your good name, of what Mr. Hartopp believed to your prejudice. Look me in the face and say, 'I am not innocent; I have not been belied." Waife remained voiceless, motionless.
Mike replied in the affirmative with eager pride. "Mr. Hartopp would see him at once. Sure, did not the Mayor know that time was money? Mr. Hartopp was not a man to keep the poor waiting." "Go down and stay outside the hall door; you shall take a note for me to the Mayor." Waife then passed into the bar, and begged the favour of a sheet of note- paper.
"I've always been opposed to the study system." "It would be hard to find any study where the boys don't help each other; but in Number Five the thing has probably been reduced to a system," said little Hartopp. "They have a system in most things." "They confess as much," said the Reverend John.
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