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And this was the individual selected by Saurin for a companion, and, whose society he preferred to that of all his schoolfellows, Edwards not excepted. The fact was that they were drawn together by a strong propensity which was common to both, and which formed a never-failing topic of interesting conversation.

It will be all right if you only hold your tongue. And now look sharp and let us change and go and play football; there's lots of time." They had reached their own rooms by this, and Edwards did what Saurin told him, wondering, but partly reassured; and in a few minutes they were on their way to the football field, where they were hailed by their own house and paired off on different sides.

He had no wish to quarrel with Saurin, a fellow he did not care for, it is true, but whom he did not think sufficiently about to dislike. He thought rather better of him for having the pluck to attack him, and was a little ashamed of his own bitter words which had goaded the other into doing it.

Crawley stood firm, with his eyes fixed on those of his antagonist, merely turning sufficiently to face him. At length Saurin, judging his distance, sent out his left hand sharply, and caught Crawley on the right cheekbone. Crawley hit back in return, but beat the air; Saurin was away. Again Saurin came weaving in, and again he put a hit in without a return.

Next, after a pause for rest, they went on again, Saurin leading off, the professor parrying and returning the blow, slowly at first, then quicker as the pupil gained skill and confidence in warding off the hit. Then the instructor led off, and the pupil parried and returned. Then one, two, three, four. And so the first lesson ended, and Stubbs, who was another of the class, was taken in hand.

It would be a better lark to go out to catch poachers than to go out poaching." "A great deal, I should say. Not but what that is risky work too. Those fellows do not flinch from murder when they are interrupted." "What makes you say that?" cried Saurin quickly, turning and catching him sharply by the arm. "I don't know!" replied Edwards, astonished at the effect of his words.

Match after match did he burn, sucking away all the time like a leech, but no smoke came into his mouth. "Let us go into the orchard and finish the beer," said Saurin. The orchard was surrounded by so thick a hedge that it was just as private as the yard.

The mass of the spectators looked upon the fight as won by Saurin already, and all the cheering was for him now.

"Play careful cricket, Saurin," said Robarts as he passed him; "the great thing is to keep Crawley at the wicket as long as we can." "A likely story!" he thought to himself as he strode across the turf, "to make myself a mere foil and stop-gap for that conceited brute!

The motive of this theft was that he had been gambling at Slam's yard, lost all the money he had or could raise; went on playing on credit, lost again, and was threatened with exposure unless he paid up. He had meant to borrow the money he wanted of you, Gould, and came to the house with that intention. But as you were not in, he got it the other way." "It is all a pack of lies!" cried Saurin.