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And foremost was a short, plump, bright-eyed man who lacked an ear, and at his elbows two others, the one a lank rogue with a patch over one eye, the third a tall, hairy fellow. And observing them as they came I knew them for those same three rogues I had fought with in the hedge-tavern beside Pembury Hill on that night I had first seen my dear lady.
He offered Pembury a poem of forty verses, entitled, "An Elegy on the Wick of a Candle that had just been blown out," to begin with, and volunteered to supplement this contribution with one or two smaller pieces, such as, "My Little Lark," or "An Adventure outside the Dormitory Door," or "Mind Mewsings."
"No, I don't," replied Wraysford, but so sadly and hesitatingly that had he at once confessed he did, he could not have expressed his meaning more plainly. "I'd give anything to be sure it was all false," said Pembury, "and so would a lot of the fellows. As for that fool Simon " "Bah!" exclaimed Wraysford, fiercely, "the fellow ought to be kicked round the school."
Surely the Fourth Junior have come to an end now! No! there is one more prize. "First Latin Greenfield junior." This time there was a louder cheer than ever, for Stephen is a popular boy outside his own class. Oliver joins in the cheer, and Pembury and Wraysford and one or two others, and of course the Guinea-pigs, go in a lump for him.
"But it was I who tracked down the defaulting directors of the Great Combined Amalgamation affair, and ran to earth that chap who murdered his ward away up in Northumberland, and found the Pembury absconding bank-manager who'd scooted off so cleverly that the detectives couldn't trace even a smile of him! Pretty stiff propositions, all those!
Here Braddy collapsed entirely. He would sooner be sat upon by Dr Senior himself than by Pembury. "Suppose," once more began Pembury, amid dead silence "suppose, instead of Greenfield senior being a thief and liar, I and all of you have been fools and worse for the last six months? Wouldn't that be funny, you fellows?" "Why, whatever do you mean?" demanded Tom Senior.
"Pembury is but a mile hence," says she, "and there we may get horses. Come, at least this night you shall find comfort and shelter." "No," says I. "No I am a thing of the roads, and well enough in hedge or rick!" and I would have turned but her hand upon my sleeve restrained me. "Sir," says she, "be you what you will, you are a man!
Not of attack and defence of his character, but of rivalry as to whom should be accounted his foremost champions. It was at this critical period in the history of Saint Dominic's that a new number of the Dominican came out. Pembury had been compelled to write it nearly all himself, for, in the present state of divided feeling in the Fifth, he found it harder than ever to get contributions.
From the small refinery started by James Elkington at Pembury in South Wales, a vast industry has developed in which there has been a change in the size of operations and in the details of methods rather than in the fundamental process. For a solution of copper sulphate is employed as the electrolyte, blocks of raw copper as the anodes, and thin sheets of pure copper as the cathodes.
"Well, I call that a splendid idea," says Braddy. "Won't they be in a fury? "What shall we call it?" some one asks. "Ah, yes," says Pembury, "we ought to give it a good name." "Call it the Senior Wrangler," suggested Ricketts. "Sounds too like a family concern," cried Tom Senior. "Suppose we call it the Fifth Form War Whoop," proposed Wraysford, amid much laughter.
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