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If he does, get somebody to hit him over the head with a boot-jack or something. He'll soon drop it then. You might as well, you know. The House'll simply black your boots if you do. 'But would Mr Prater let me have the cat? 'Try him, anyhow. Pitch it fairly warm, you know. Only cat you ever loved, and that sort of thing. 'Very well. I'll try. 'Thanks, awfully.

Without raising his eyes from his book, Phil said, so as to be heard as far as the usher, "Who prated of Prater the second? Who is Prater the third?" There was a laugh which provoked the usher to come and see whereabouts in Sallust such a passage as this was to be found. Not finding any such, he knuckled Phil's head, and pulled his hair, till Hugh cried out "O, don't, sir! Don't hurt him so!"

Winding walks lead along the Isar, or through the wood of venerable oaks, and sometimes a lawn of half a mile in length, with a picturesque temple at its further end, comes in sight through the trees. I was better pleased with this park than with the Prater in Vienna. Its paths are always filled with persons enjoying the change from the dusty streets to its quiet and cool retirement.

But his grasp mechanically tightened upon his treasure, his right hand clutched the pistol butt more firmly, as his cheek reddened with an involuntary blush. He had seen just such faces on the Prater in sparkling Vienna, and in the antique streets of Buda-Pesth on the one summer European run, snatched from the Moloch worship of the Almighty Dollar!

"Yes; that is you," said his uncle. "You know now what your nickname will be. Every boy has one or another: and yours might have been worse, because you might have done many a worse thing to earn it." "But the usher, uncle?" "What of him?" "He should not have told about me." "Don't call him 'Prater the third, however. Bear your own share, as I said to Phil, and don't meddle with another's."

Springhaven dined well, with its enemy so placed, and a message from the Leda by Jem Prater, that the fishing fleet was rescued, and would be home to early supper, and so much to be talked about all dinner-time, that for once in his life nearly everybody found it more expedient to eat with his fork than his knife.

Not having a piano, he used to carry Beethoven's sonatas to the Prater Park in Vienna and study them on a bench in the open air. He soaked himself in the classics in Bach and Beethoven, and the German masters of the Lied Schubert and Schumann.

You are next confronted with a prater about the invisible world, that makes you shrink away into darkness; and then you are met with a grim zealot for such a revolting theory of the Divine attributes and government, that he seems to delight in representing the Deity as a dreadful king of furies, whose dominion is overshadowed with vengeance, whose music is the cries of victims, and whose glory requires to be illustrated by the ruin of His creation.

In the cricket term the effect of this was not so deadly. It was just possible that you might get an innings somewhere after four o'clock, even if only at the nets. The reason for the change had been simple. Now, Mr Prater was one of the most sportsmanlike of masters. If he had merely met Harrison out of bounds, and it had been possible to have overlooked him, he would have done so.

Misguided he may be, and too much of his own way, and not well enough in his own mind to take in a woman's but for all that he hath a right to be honoured by his children, and to lead their minds in matters touching of the King, and Church, and true religion. Why only last night, no, the night afore last, I met Mrs. Prater, and I said to her "