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At Sheen's request Mr Spence made no announcement of the fact that Wrykyn would be represented in the Light-Weights. It would be time enough, Sheen felt, for the School to know that he was a boxer when he had been down and shown what he could do.
Failing a gentleman friend, Mr Bevan was obliged to do what he could by means of local talent. On Sheen's next visit he was introduced to a burly youth of his own age, very taciturn, and apparently ferocious.
Thus, no sooner had the door of Sheen's study closed upon Stanning than it was opened again to admit Linton and Dunstable. "Well," said Linton, affably, "here we are." "Hope we're not late," said Dunstable. "You said somewhere about five. It's just struck. Shall we start?" He stooped, and took the kettle from the stove.
He went upstairs to Sheen's study, feeling like an impresario about to produce a new play which is sure to create a sensation. Sheen was in. There was a ridge of purple under his left eye, but he was otherwise intact. "'Gratulate you, Sheen," said Linton. For an instant Sheen hesitated.
St Paul's got the Middles. Hullo!" "Great Scott!" said the senior day-room. There was a blank silence. Linton whistled softly to himself. The gaze of the senior day-room was concentrated on that ridge of purple beneath Sheen's left eye. Clayton was the first to speak. For some time he had been waiting for sufficient silence to enable him to proceed with his presidential duties.
He was larger than his brothers and sisters, his sea-going instinct was strong within him, he longed for the wonders of the great, unknown world, and grew tired of Aunt Sheen's repeated warnings. This old fish always professed to be entirely uninterested in the doings of her youthful relatives. It was a matter of creed with her.
He was a pacific person, and hated anything resembling rows in the house. He had been sorry for Sheen, and would have been glad to give him a chance of setting himself on his legs again. "You see." he said, "this is what I mean. We either recognise Sheen's existence or we don't. Follow?
It was the combination of these two qualities which made it so difficult for him to determine on a suitable course of action in relation to Sheen's out-of-bounds exploits. As a private individual he had nothing but admiration for the sporting way in which Sheen had fought his up-hill fight. He felt that he himself in similar circumstances would have broken any number of school rules.
Passing through the inn on his way to the road, he made inquiries. It appeared that two young gentlemen from the school had been there to tea. They had arrived in a boat and gone away in a boat. Nobody else had come into the inn. Suspicion obviously rested upon them. "Do you remember anything about them?" asked Sheen. Further details came out. One of the pair had worn a cap like Sheen's.
"That I have. And I have to go to the Hags of the Long Teeth to find out who my father and mother were, for surely I am the child who was taken from Sheen." "And do you remember that Sheen's seven brothers were changed into seven wild geese?" said she. "I remember that, mother."
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