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The gipsies had made an appointment to deliver me over to my aunt; Farmer Eckerthy had spoken of me to my grandfather; the tramp had fetched Mr. Rippenger on the scene.
I went off to the French dictionary. 'Is Julia Rippenger a coquette, Heriot? I asked him. 'Keep girls out of your heads, you little fellows, said he, dealing me a smart thump. 'Is a coquette a nasty girl? I persisted. 'No, a nice one, as it happens, was his answer.
Rippenger paid the tramp, I dare say; my grandfather paid Rippenger's bill and for Saddlebank's goose; my aunt paid the gipsies, and I think it doubtful that they handed the tramp a share, so he came to the end of his list of benefits from not asking questions. I returned to Riversley more of a man than most boys of my age, and more of a child.
But now the shadow of a great calamity fell on me, for my dear Heriot announced his intention of leaving the school next half. 'I can't stand being prayed at, morning and evening, by a fellow who hasn't the pluck to strike me like a man, he said. Mr. Rippenger had the habit of signalizing offenders, in his public prayers, as boys whose hearts he wished to be turned from callousness.
'Pardon me, Captain Bulsted; the verb "To be" governs the nominative case in our climate, said Temple. 'Then I'm nominative hic... I say, sir, I'm in the tropics, Mr. Tem ... Mr. Tempus. Point of honour, not forget a man's name. Rippenger, your schoolmaster? Mr.
'Oh, it's Catman; we don't mind him, Saddlebank reassured us; but we heard ominous voices, and perceived people standing over a prostrate figure. Then we heard a voice too well known to us. It said, 'The explanation of a pupil in your charge, Mr. Catman, being sent barefaced into the town a scholar of mine-for sage and onions... 'Old Rippenger! breathed Temple. We sat paralyzed.
Between that man Rippenger and me there shall be dealings. He flogged you: let that pass. He exposed you to the contempt of your school-fellows because of a breach in my correspondence with a base-born ferule-swinger. What are we coming to? Richie, my son, I was building a future for you here.
'Like a rascal detected in an act of felony, roared Boddy, 'you concealed it, sir... 'Conceal it, sir. 'And I demand, in obedience to my duty, that you instantly exhibit it for my inspection, now, here, at once; no parleying; unbutton, or I call Mr. Rippenger to compel you. I was standing close by my brave Heriot, rather trembling, studious of his manfulness though I was.
But she had no softness; she could admire herself in my presence; she claimed possession of me openly, and at the same time openly provoked a siege from the remainder of my sex: she was not maidenly. She caught imagination by the sleeve, and shut it between square whitewashed walls. Heriot thought her not only handsome, but comparable to Mrs. William Bulsted, our Julia Rippenger of old.
Rippenger for the address of little Gus Temple's father, to invite my schoolfellow to stay a month at Riversley. Temple came, everybody liked him; as for me my delight was unbounded, and in spite of a feeling of superiority due to my penetrative capacity, and the suspicion it originated, that Temple might be acting the plain well-bred schoolboy he was, I soon preferred his pattern to my own.
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