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'An' 'itherto ye 'ave arst nothin' in my name; arst therefore that ye may receive an' yer joy be made full." "Am I sitting here listening to an old female reprobate's disquisition on religion?" passed through Antony Dart's mind. "Why am I listening? I am doing it because here is a creature who BELIEVES knowing no doctrine, knowing no church.
But he none the less chafed at his want of appreciation in the school, and bitterly hated Crawley, who in a great measure filled the place which he coveted. Since the cricket match in which he had figured so ignominiously, Saurin had become a confirmed loafer, and frequented the old reprobate's yard almost daily. And, indeed, a new attraction had been added to the establishment.
He looked, but there was no ray of recognition in that look. "Do you want me, sir?" he asked, with rather a suspicious glance at the reprobate's shabby dress. "Yes, Mr. Wilmot, I want to speak to you. You can come into the waiting-room with me, after you've taken your ticket." The clerk stared aghast. The tone of this shabby-looking stranger was almost one of command.
"The old reprobate's only stalling," yelled Dick into Tom's ear, at the same time pounding him frantically on the back. "He isn't going his limit, by a whole lot. Watch him, now, just watch " but his words were drowned in the shrill cowboy yell that split the air. "Yi, yi, yi!" they shouted, half crazy with excitement. For Bert, their champion, suddenly seemed to be galvanized into furious action.
There was a flutter of applause from the audience but, appreciatively, it quickly hushed itself. He dragged himself forward. The cosmetic could not hide the growing pallor of the parchment drawn over the old reprobate's skull. He crept around the table and, with a marvellous piece of 'business' by which he held his wobbly legs while he slowly swung a chair under him, collapsed.
But the reprobate's cousins, with that partiality for a rake which is so common to young ladies, would not abide by their aunt's command, and referred the matter both to mamma and papa.
"Put on your spectacles, Sampson Wilmot," he said, "and look hard at me, and then tell me if I am a stranger to you." The old clerk obeyed, nervously, fearfully. His tremulous hands could scarcely adjust his spectacles. He looked at the reprobate's face for some moments and said nothing. But his breath came quicker and his face grew very pale.
There was an awful cause for that sudden start, that look of horror in the reprobate's face. The old clerk had fallen from his seat, and lay in a motionless heap at the bottom of the railway carriage. The third stroke of paralysis had come upon him; inevitable, no doubt, long ago; but hastened, it may be, by that unlooked-for meeting at the Waterloo terminus.
The rank and power of Musciatto Franzesi had long been this reprobate's mainstay, serving in many instances to secure him considerate treatment on the part of the private persons whom he frequently, and the court which he unremittingly, outraged.
They seemed to her far off in clouds of dim dreamland, and she called them a reprobate's delusions, "sent" on purpose to make her "believe a lie that she might be damned." He called her attention to the blessed word, to prayer and praise. She promptly swept all such observances away from reprobates to the ransomed "few," and, gnashing her teeth in anguish, sank to utter despair!
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