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"Good morning, Mr Rastle," said the Doctor. "Are your boys all here?" "Yes, sir, we have just called over." "Ah! And what class comes on first?" "English literature, sir." "Well, Mr Rastle, I will take the class this morning, please instead of you." A groan of horror passed through the ranks of the unhappy Guinea-pigs and Tadpoles at these words.
From which Mr Rastle gathered there was a chance of seeing Mr Cripps junior at the residence of Mr Cripps senior, at Gusset Lock-house, and thither he accordingly went. Mr Cripps junior was there, sweetly smoking, and particularly amiable. In answer to Mr Rastle's inquiries, he made no secret of his belief that the boy had run away for fear of exposure.
So the shortest cut is to send on the money sharp to your humble servant, Ben Cripps. "P.S. I've wrote and told the young swell I've put you on the job." "It is evident," said Mr Rastle, "this letter has something to do with Loman's disappearance." "Yes," said Oliver, "he was awfully frightened of you or his father getting to know about it all, sir."
Take it from me, boys, it was cold with a capital C. "But all this ain't gettin' me any further along with my yarn. As I say, the winter was a bitter one, and the wild things, panthers an' wolves an' sech, were pretty hard put to it to rastle enough grub to keep them alive.
"It seems to me to be cleverly managed, though perhaps a little personal." "Ah, only natural with schoolboys," said the Doctor. "I should like to see it. Can you fetch it, Rastle?" "It is nailed to the wall," said Mr Rastle, smiling, "like Luther's manifesto; but I can get one of the boys, I dare say, to unfasten it for you." "No, do not do that," said the Doctor.
Such were the cries which presently became familiar in the school, until one day Mr Rastle dropped down on some twenty of the "howlers," and set them each twelve propositions of Euclid to learn by heart, and two hours a-piece in the detention-room, there to meditate over their evil ways. The quiet of the lower school during the next week was something delicious.
Moreover, he observed that the master was looking "peartish," and hoped he had got over the "neuralgy" and "rheumatiz." He himself had been troubled with a dumb "ager" since last conference. But he had learned to "rastle and pray." Pausing a moment to enable the master to write his certain method of curing the dumb "ager" upon the book and volume of his brain, Mr.
So Mr Rastle abruptly turned and went, much to the regret of Cripps, who had not half spoken his mind yet. Returning to the school, the master reported all he had to say, which was not much. There an anxious night was spent by the masters and the one or two boys who were in their confidence in the matter. The half hope that Loman might return of his own accord before night was quickly dispelled.
He very rarely hauled a boy over the coals before the whole class. But after the lesson he beckoned Stephen into his study. "I'm afraid you got the worst of that fight," he said. Stephen, who by this time knew Mr Rastle too well to be afraid of him, and too well, also, not to be quite frank with him, answered meekly, "The fellow was bigger than me." "I should guess that by the state of your face.
The last exclamation was uttered aloud, being evoked by a dig from the amiable Master Bramble's inky pen into Stephen's leg. "Who was that?" said Mr Rastle, looking up from his desk. "Now then," whispered Bramble, "sneak away tell tales, and get me into a row I'll pay you!" Stephen, feeling himself called upon, stood up. "It was me," he said.
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