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It is the easiest thing in the world to score off a bull-dog, they are simply the stupidest men in the world." "He must have got a long way past Iffley by now," Collier said. "I don't care where he is, but I shall have to look out that he doesn't get level with me," Dennison replied. "You will always have to wear a cap and gown now," Learoyd remarked. But Dennison took no notice of this advice.
Was it only fancy? I was certain that it was the countenance of Charley Iffley. I pronounced his name. He had not before recognised me. "Why, Will Weatherhelm, how did you come out here?" he exclaimed, in a tone of surprise. But a gentleman, whom I found to be doctor, told him that he must not now talk to me, and that he would find out all about it by and by.
"I pity you from my heart, and will do what I can for you." "Thank you, sir, thank you," I answered warmly, and almost melting into tears, for I was very weak. "Where are we? Where are we going? What ship is this? Is Iffley here?" "One question at a time, my lad, and you will have a better chance of an answer, as a general rule," he answered, smiling.
Close by the meadow the college barges line the banks of the Isis, and then come other meadows on either side meadows nameless and undignified by pageantry, but sacred to Oxford's special flower, the fritillary, and stretching away to where Iffley stands, with its memories of J.H. Newman, and where the old mill, beloved of painters, was burnt down a few years ago.
The wonderful scent of the meadow air just above Iffley, on a hot May evening, and the gay colours of twenty boats along the shore, the poles all stretched out from the bank to set the boats clear, and the sonorous cries of 'ten seconds more, all down from the green barge to the lasher.
Two days after that, when they met me, they told me that, in the morning, as they were returning home, they had suddenly encountered Charles Iffley. He knew them at once, but did not speak. He stopped for an instant, stared hard at them, and then moved on. When, however, they reached our house door, they observed that he had followed them at a distance and remarked where they had gone in.
Adams's coach to dine with Dr. Nowell, Principal of St. Mary Hall, at his beautiful villa at Iffley, on the banks of the Isis, about two miles from Oxford. While we were upon the road, I had the resolution to ask Johnson whether he thought that the roughness of his manner had been an advantage or not, and if he would not have done more good if he had been more gentle.
They also reminded me that, as I had no friends and no interest, if I went to sea they could do nothing for me, and that though Mr Iffley might be a very kind man, he could not be expected to care so much for me as he would for his own son, and perhaps I might have to remain before the mast all my life.
He pointed to where I floated, that the helmsman might steer the boat aright. "Hurra! hurra!" A shout reached my ears. I knew that my shipmates had given it to encourage me. A few minutes more, and I found myself hauled into the boat. The first person on whom my eyes rested was Iffley. He looked, I fancied, conscience-struck and defeated.
I did not exactly understand what that signified; but I thanked him very much, and said that I left the matter in his and his son's hands. "All right, Will, we'll make a sailor of you before long!" exclaimed Charley, clapping me on the back. Mr Iffley was not a person, from his appearance, very well calculated to win the confidence of a young lad.
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