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Updated: June 10, 2025
What do you say?" Braddy coloured. Pembury was always snubbing him. "I don't want to tell tales," he said. "What I mean is, Wraysford ought not to be cheated out of his scholarship." "It's a lucky thing Wray has got you to set things right for him," snarled Pembury, amid a general titter. Braddy subsided at this, and left his tormentor master of the situation.
And you are a cad to make a fool of me," added Stephen, rising with indignation, "and and and " and here he choked. "Calm yourself, my young friend," said Pembury. "It's such a hard thing to make a fool of you that, you know, and and and !" "I shall not speak to you," stammered Stephen. "Oh, don't apologise," laughed Pembury. "Perhaps it would comfort you to kick me.
"I don't know how he came across him, but my young brother has just been buying a bat from him, and I don't much fancy it." "No, the youngster won't get any good with that fellow; you had better tell him," said Wraysford. "So I have, and he won't do it again." Shortly after this Pembury hobbled in on his way to bed.
"Here, Tony," suddenly shouted Ricketts to Pembury, who was jogging along on his crutches a little way ahead, towards the school; "do you mind showing this kid the way up? I have to go back with Wren. There's a good fellow." "Well, that's cool," replied Master Pembury; "I'm not a kid-conductor! Come on, youngster; I suppose you haven't got a name, have you?" "Yes, Stephen Greenfield."
"Now the vorst of all these rogues vos a cove called Black Dan, a thieving, murdering, desprit wagabone as vere ewcntually 'ung sky-'igh on Pembury 'Ill " "Good!" said the fussy gentleman louder than before, "good! Glad of it!"
Had the two batsmen been playing for their lives they could not have been more anxiously watched; even Pembury became silent. And now the last ball of the over is bowled in dead silence. Onlookers can even hear the whizz with which it leaves Wren's hand. It is almost wide, but Oliver steps out to it and just touches it. Webster is half across the wickets already ready for a bye.
Pembury said he didn't think he should require any more "bits," but was awfully obliged by this one, which was first-rate, a recommendation which sent Simon away happy to his study, there immediately to compose the opening stanza of his famous epic, "The Sole's Allegery a sacred Poem." With one contribution in hand, Tony locked his door and sat down to write.
"Or the Anti-Sixth," says Braddy, who always professes an implacable enmity towards the Sixth when none of them are near to hear him. "Not at all," says Greenfield, speaking now for the first time. "What's the use of making fools of ourselves? Call it the Dominican, and let it be a paper for the whole school." "Greenfield is right," adds Pembury.
Next moment, with a hearty "Rather!" he slipped his arm into that of the happy Pembury, and the three went on their way rejoicing, a sight and a moral for all Saint Dominic's. That was the whole of Anthony Pembury's making up.
Papers a mile long in it about Greek roots; and poetry about the death of Seneca, and all that sort of thing." "That's just it," continued Pembury; "it's rubbish, and unreadable; and though they condescend to let us see it, I don't suppose two fellows in the Form ever wade through it."
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