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We could keep it up in the bin, and go and have jolly feeds." "Keep it up there, along with that poison stuff and nasty-smelling skins! Ugh!" "Well, it would be queer perhaps. I didn't think of that." "Mr Rebble's looking at you two," whispered the boy nearest, and we hurriedly went on with our work, but not for long. Mercer was too full of the coming expedition, and soon began whispering again.
I must have been very stupid in some things, sharp as I was in others, and I have often thought since that Mr Rebble's irritability was due to the constant trouble we gave him; that Mr Hasnip was at heart a thorough gentleman; and as for "Old Browne," as we called him, he was a ripe scholar and a genuine loveable old Englishman, with the health and welfare of his boys thoroughly at heart.
The door was closed behind me without a word, and as I stood there I heard it locked and the key withdrawn, followed by Mr Rebble's footsteps along the passage, and then I threw myself down on the bed in a passion of rage against Mercer. "You coward!" I cried, and as I ground my teeth I indulged in a wish that I could have him there. "Oh!"
Quite true, but, oh, what hours they were, and what agony I suffered from my thoughts! I spent most of my time at the window, forcing myself to think of how things were going on in school, and I pictured the boys at their lessons at the Doctor's desk at Mr Rebble's, and Mr Hasnip's.
"What's the matter?" whispered Mercer, who just then returned from Mr Rebble's end, where he had made one of a class in Euclid. "Doctor says I'm so terribly behindhand that he is ashamed of me." "Gammon!" "What?" "I said, gammon. You're right enough. Forwarder than I am, and I've been here two years." "Oh no," I said. "Yes, you are. Don't contradict; 'tisn't gentlemanly.
The worst moments were when the Doctor entered and took his place in his pulpit amidst a suppressed rustle, and I set my teeth as I stood up, and shrank down again at the earliest opportunity, feeling as if the Doctor's eye was fixed upon me, and, as it happened, just as I was wishing he would speak, and, as I felt it, put me out of my misery, he uttered one of his tremendous coughs, which had far more effect in producing silence than Mr Rebble's words.
He isn't petty; he scolds you and canes you if you've done anything he don't like, but as soon as you've had your punishment, it's all over, and he forgets what's past. I say!" "Well?" "He will not expel us; I'm not afraid of that." In about half an hour, we heard Mr Rebble's steps again. "Now then, the physic's ready," whispered Mercer. "Don't you cry out.
But he was striking out strongly, though his voice grew hoarser and more weak as he neared the edge, where, ghastly-looking and shivering, he snatched at Mr Rebble's hand, and allowed himself to be helped out. "Don't make that noise, Burr major," cried the master. "What's the matter with you? Speak." "Gone down drowning! Oh oh!"
But there was no pain or trouble, as it seemed to me, in either Mr Rebble's or Mr Hasnip's face. It struck me that they were on the whole pleased and satisfied in having found us out in a deed that would give them an opportunity to punish us with heavy impositions. All these thoughts had passed rapidly through my mind as I stood waiting to hear Mr Rebble's response to the General's question.
He looked up at me with rather an ugly expression upon his face, but he made no movement to take my hand, only turned away. "Help me up, Stewart," he said huskily. "I want to go to my room and wash, and " "What is the meaning of all this, pray?" said a cold, harsh voice, and we all looked round to see Mr Rebble's white face just above the trap-door.
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