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Smith leaned against the mantelpiece in the senior day-room at Outwood's since Mike's innings against Downing's the Lost Lambs had been received as brothers by that centre of disorder, so that even Spiller was compelled to look on the hatchet as buried and gave his views on the events of the preceding night, or, rather, of that morning, for it was nearer one than twelve when peace had once more fallen on the school.
Have you seen Glossin? 'No, replied Meg Merrilies; 'you've missed your blow, ye blood- spiller! and ye have nothing to expect from the tempter. 'Hagel! exclaimed the ruffian, 'if I had him but by the throat! And what am I to do then? 'Do? answered the gipsy; 'die like a man, or be hanged like a dog! 'Hanged, ye hag of Satan! The hemp's not sown that shall hang me.
"How strange and inconsistent are the prejudices of man," resumed Matilda, half mournfully, half in sarcasm; "here is a warrior a spiller of human life by profession; his sword has been often dyed in the heart blood of his fellow man, and set he shudders at the thought of adding one murder more to the many already committed. What child-like weakness!" "Murder!
Perhaps you would care to become a member?" "Please, sir " said Spiller. "One moment, Spiller. Do you want to join, Smith?" "Intensely, sir. Archaeology fascinates me. A grand pursuit, sir." "Undoubtedly, Smith. I am very pleased, very pleased indeed. I will put down your name at once." "And Jackson's, sir." "Jackson, too!" Mr. Outwood beamed. "I am delighted. Most delighted. This is capital.
With the kindly aid of a guide who knows the lie of the land, I have been making a short tour of the dormitories. I have poured divers jugfuls of water over Comrade Spiller's bed, Comrade Robinson's bed, Comrade Stone's Spiller, Spiller, these are harsh words; where you pick them up I can't think not from me. Well, well, I suppose there must be an end to the pleasantest of functions.
"Go and give Comrade Spiller our compliments and say that we can't come down, but shall be delighted to see him up here. Things," he said, as the messenger departed, "are beginning to move. Better leave the door open, I think; it will save trouble. Ah, come in, Comrade Spiller, what can we do for you?" Spiller advanced into the study; the others waited outside, crowding in the doorway.
Spiller bestowed the greatest pains upon his "make up", and so identified himself with the part he was playing as completely to lose his own personality, and bewildered his audience as to whether he was their favourite they were applauding. He had the art of acting at his fingers' ends. "Child," said he when Lavinia had finished, "Mr. Gay and Dr. Pepusch did not mistake.
"I want you to get Gifford to prevent the meeting which has been arranged for to-morrow morning between Panton and the Home Office expert called Spiller." He waited a moment, then went on: "It was the summons to Panton which put me on the track of of this conspiracy." And Blanche felt that this time Varick was speaking the truth.
Oh, and by the way, sir, that fellow Spiller has just been found dead at the end of the communicating trench." "Which end, Sergeant-major?" I asked. "The further end, sir. He left the trench without leave. He told Jones, who was next to him, that he was not going to have any more damned shelling, and he appears to have made off immediately after." Bennett whistled.
Hang me if you haven't sprung into a woman in a few months." It was true. When Spiller last saw her she was hardly better than a waif and stray. She was thin and bony, her growth impeded by insufficient food, irregular hours and not a little ill usage. At Miss Pinwell's she had lived well, she was happy, she had had love illusions and Nature had asserted its sway. Lavinia coloured with pleasure.
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