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"Are you sure that you brought your watch out in the field," said Mr Hasnip, who was one of the group standing by Burr major. "Oh yes, sir, certain." "But it does not do to be too certain, my lad. Have you been up in your bedroom, and looked there?" "No, sir, because I was so sure I brought it out." "Why were you so sure?" "Because because I thought I would wear it, as we had strangers coming."
"Well, Burr junior, how's the head?" cried Mr Hasnip, strolling up with Mr Rebble. "A good deal better, sir," I replied, "but very far from well." "You'll have to take a long night's rest before it will be quite right," said Mr Rebble. "By the way, Mrs Browne said I was to report how you were, so that she could send you something to take if you did not seem better."
I was trying to arrange my thoughts, so as to meet this painful case calmly. Pray sit down, Mr Rebble Mr Hasnip." The two ushers took chairs, and we boys alone remained standing, while the Doctor cleared his throat, and spoke in a way which drew me toward him as I had never felt drawn before, since, boy-like, I had been rather too apt to look upon my instructor as one of the enemies of my life.
The next moment we were facing the two masters, and Mr Rebble spoke, looking at me very severely. "Burr junior," he said, "the Doctor wishes to see you in his room directly." I felt as if I had turned white, and I saw Mr Hasnip looking at me in a horrified way, as Mr Rebble continued: "And, Mercer, you are to come as well." "Poor Tom!" I thought, as my hot anger against him died away.
"It don't matter what he says, Frank; he can't undo what we have done, and old Eely will never dare to tackle you again." "Or you." "Oh, I didn't say that. Come on." We went up to where Mr Rebble was standing, and found that Mr Hasnip was there too. As we went in, Mr Hasnip came close to my side. "Nice object you look for a gentleman's son, sir! Going to be a soldier, eh?" "Yes, sir!"
And all this time I worked hard with my lessons, with more or less success, I suppose, for Mr Hasnip, who was a kind of encyclopaedia, and seemed to know everything, did not scold me and box my ears with the book he held every day.
I was very glad when tea-time came, for my head was so confused that Mr Hasnip was quite right in telling me I was a very stupid boy, for I was that afternoon very.
The Doctor was one of my informants, for, after passing me through a general examination as to my capabilities, he told me that I was in a most hopeless state of ignorance, and that as soon as the assistant master, Mr Hasnip, arrived, I should have to go under his special charge. "For we can't have boys like you, Burr junior," he said smiling.
"I only want to be quiet till Oh, my head, my head!" "Why, Burr junior, what's this?" cried Mr Hasnip, coming up and speaking cheerily. "Bad headache? not going to play?" "No, sir, I feel too ill." "Oh, come, this is a bad job. Hi, Rebble!" The latter gentleman came up. "Here's Burr junior queer. Does he want a doctor, do you think?"
"This has been a great trouble to me I feel moved I have painfully hurt the feelings of a dear, sweet lady, to whom I humbly apologise, and I I make no favourites here, but I have wrongfully suspected but on very strong evidence, gentlemen," he said, with an appealing look round; "and you agreed with me, Mr Rebble Mr Hasnip?" "Yes, sir. Yes, sir," they murmured.
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