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Updated: May 28, 2025
Pembury and his friends had quite expected that the Sixth would attempt a high-handed blow at their paper, and they were not disappointed. For no sooner had Loman and his peers stalked away from the scene of their indignation, and found themselves in the retirement of their own room, than they fell to talking in terms the reverse of pleasant about the event of the morning.
Loman, who had got a cough already, was the first to show distress, and he soon became so cold and numbed that Oliver grew alarmed. They would be better walking than sitting still in that jolting cart a night like this.
It certainly did look as if Loman was going to the dogs. And any one able to see and know all that was going on in his mind would have found out that he was a good deal nearer "the dogs" even than he seemed.
He was half way across, wondering if he could by any chance find a cart or vehicle of any kind to drive him back to Saint Dominic's, when at the other side of the field he suddenly caught sight of a figure getting up from under the hedge and moving quickly away. He instantly and instinctively gave chase. The other, seeing he was discovered, began to run too. It was Loman.
If this funny story is the result of his partiality to tea, we are afraid it was very weak stuff." Loman, who had already been made dreadfully uncomfortable by Simon's poem, made no secret of his rage over this number of the Dominican. He was one of those vain fellows who cannot see a jest where it is levelled at themselves.
Strange the whims that seize us! Loman would almost have been happier in his old suspense about Cripps than to feel he owed such a debt to such a creditor. However, the thought of Cripps, his other creditor, flashed suddenly through his mind at that moment, so, closing his hand over the money, he turned moodily and left the room. At any rate, he would get clear of Cripps now he had the chance.
It was a sharp box on the ears, suddenly administered. Stephen recoiled a moment, but only a moment. He had expected something a good deal worse. If that was all, he would brave it out yet. "Don't you hit me!" he said, defiantly. Loman could not stand to be defied. His vanity was his weak point, and nothing offended his vanity so much as to find any one as determined as himself.
Here is a specimen: "At 4.30, sharp, the leather was taken into custody by `Gamey' Raikes, at the wash-house end, who tried what his artful `yorkers' could do in the way of dissolving partnership. But Teddy Loman kept his willow straight up, and said `Not at home' to every poser, leaving Noll to do all the smacking.
Mr Cripps's mouth worked up into a still more ugly smile. "I was below in the garden, you know, and could not make out what you were up to. You nearly had my eye out with that hook. I say, what a smash you gave it when it caught in the ivy. Was it broken right off, or only cracked, eh? Cripps will mend it for you, won't you, Cripps?" Neither Mr Cripps nor Loman spoke a word.
"Hullo, Loman, I say, is that you?" remarked Simon. "Oh, Simon, how are you?" faltered the wretched Loman; "I've just popped in to speak to Cripps about a fishing-rod. You'd better not come in; you might get into trouble." "Oh, never mind. You won't tell of me, and I won't tell of you. Glass of the usual, please, Cripps.
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