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"If you do, I shan't, bully," I said, and he turned upon me more astonished than ever, and then burst into a fit of derisive laughter. "He's mad," he cried. "Here, boys, Senna's been gammoning him into taking some of his physic, and he don't know what he's saying." "Dicksee Burr major. Come, boys." Mr Rebble was standing in the schoolhouse doorway, and all but Burr major ran off.
There's the river where old Rebble goes, and the mill-pond where old Martin gives me leave, and a big old hammer pond out in the middle of General Rye's woods where nobody gives me leave, but I go. It's full of great carp and tench and eels big as boa-constrictors." "Oh, come!" I said. "I didn't say big boa-constrictors, did I? there's little ones, I daresay. Here we are.
The next moment we were facing the two masters, and Mr Rebble spoke, looking at me very severely. "Burr junior," he said, "the Doctor wishes to see you in his room directly." I felt as if I had turned white, and I saw Mr Hasnip looking at me in a horrified way, as Mr Rebble continued: "And, Mercer, you are to come as well." "Poor Tom!" I thought, as my hot anger against him died away.
I glanced at Mr Rebble, and saw that he was watching us both intently, and I bent over my Latin grammar, and began learning the feminine nouns which ended in "us," while Mercer half turned his head towards me. "A little less noise at your end of the school, Mr Rebble, if you please," said the Doctor blandly.
"Two of our pupils, Sir Hawkhurst," said Mr Rebble, panting and out of breath. "You wretched boys, has it come to this?" Mercer looked at the speaker, then at Mr Hasnip's smoked spectacles, and then at me, as General Sir Hawkhurst Rye from the Hall, a gentleman of whom I had often heard, but whom I had never seen, exclaimed, "Well, they are caught red-handed.
So I looked at the lower pulpit, in which sat Mr Rebble, one of the ushers, a lank, pale-faced, haggard man, with a dotting of freckles, light eyebrows, and pale red hair which stood up straight like that upon a clothes-brush. He was resting his elbows on the desk and wiping his hands one over the other, as if the air was water and he had a piece of soap between his palms.
I had barely read this, when Mercer's hand rapidly obliterated the words, and only just in time, for Mr Rebble left his desk and came slowly by us, glancing over our shoulders as he passed, but Mercer was safe, for he had rapidly formed a right-angled triangle on his slate, and was carefully finishing a capital A, as the usher passed on up to the Doctor's end.
We both glanced at the tray, which bore a jug and two mugs and a plate with a couple of big hunches of bread. Then Mercer looked up half reproachfully at Mr Rebble, who was moving toward the door. "They've forgotten the butter, sir," he said. "No, my boy, no," replied the usher; "butter is a luxury reserved for the good. The Doctor will send for you both by and by."
Some one coming!" whispered Hodson, and the three scuffled away, for there were footsteps on the stairs, and directly after Mr Rebble appeared. "Mercer, Burr junior," he said harshly, "Doctor Browne requests that you will not come down till he sends for you in the morning. As for you, young gentlemen, you will take no notice of the door being fastened; I shall be up here in time to let you out.
There was a hurried rush off at this, the boys being only too glad to get beyond hearing of the usher's scolding, and we who were left hurriedly scrambled on our jackets in a shamefaced way. "This matter will have to be thoroughly investigated," said Mr Rebble; "but be quick now and make yourselves presentable. I shudder at what the Doctor would say if he saw you all in this condition.
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