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He's a real nice sort, he is he owes you one, and no mistake." "What!" said Loman, in surprise; "who do you mean? Young Greenfield?" "To be sure. Regular young chum of mine, he is. I know all about you, my master, and no mistake!" "What the young sneak? What has he been saying about me?" "Eh! what ain't he been saying! In course you didn't half murder him, eh?
"Oh, you fellows," began Loman, feeling not quite so confident now as he had felt five minutes ago, "we can't have that thing of yours hanging out in the passage like that. It makes a crowd too much row. Whose is it?" "Not mine," said Wraysford, laughing; "ask Bully perhaps it's his." "Not a bit of it," said Bullinger; "it's yours, isn't it, Simon?"
Stephen accompanied him mechanically, and was ushered into the study on the other side of the door with the kicks to that in which he had been so grievously wronged. He watched Loman prepare the meal, and was then allowed to depart, with orders to be in the way, in case he should be wanted. Poor Stephen! Things were going from bad to worse, and life was already a burden to him.
In the end Wraysford gave in, and the captain went off half consoled to complete his preparations, and inveigh in his odd moments against all Nightingales and Coventrys, and examinations, and all such enemies and stumbling-blocks to the glorious old English sport of football. Loman looked forward to the coming match with quite good spirits.
Loman was sorely mortified. He had expected his defection would create quite a sensation, and that his class-fellows would be inconsolable at his accident. Instead of that, he had only contrived to quarrel with nearly all of them, alienating their sympathy; and in the end he was to be quietly superseded by Baynes, and the match was to go on as if he had never been heard of at Saint Dominic's.
Get out of my shop, do you hear? or I'll get some one in who will help you out! I'll teach you to come here and make yourself at home, you lying " "Now, Cripps," began Loman. "Hold your noise! do you hear?" said Cripps, savagely. "I'm very sorry, Cripps," said the wretched boy; "I didn't mean to hurt him, but he " "Oh! you won't go, won't you?
The Fifth scarcely dared hope he would stay in long enough for the nine runs required to be made, and looked on now almost pale with anxiety. "Now," said Pembury, near whom Loman, as well as our two Guinea-pigs, found themselves, "it all depends on Oliver, and I back Oliver to do it, don't you, Loamy?"
They watched him cross the playground and enter the school-house. Then Wren said, gravely, "It's all up with the Nightingale, at that rate." "Looks like it," said the other, and walked away. Loman was returning from one of his now frequent visits to the Cockchafer. The eventful day, which at the beginning of the term had seemed an age away, slowly but surely drew near. This was Saturday.
Foolish and wicked as Loman was, there was still left in him some of that boyish generosity which makes one ready to forget injuries and quick to acknowledge a good turn. Loman forgot for a moment all the hideous past, with its suspense and humiliations and miseries, and remembered only that Cripps had torn up the bill and allowed him to clear off accounts once for all at the hated Cockchafer.
"I've paid you all I owe," said Loman, trembling. "What if you have?" "Then give me back that bill!" Cripps only laughed a laugh which drove the boy frantic. The villain was going to play him false after all. He had got the money, every farthing of it, and now he was going to retain the bill which contained Loman's promise to pay the whole amount!
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