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At any rate, he never professed to be particularly ambitious in any such way, and in that respect was very different from Hawkesbury, who, by the time he left Stonebridge House, six months before me, to go to a big public school, had quite impressed me with the worth of his character. But this is a digression.
I knew Billy well enough by this time to be sure it was no use, after once offending him, trying to cajole him back into a good-humour, so I left him. So the wretched weeks passed on, and I almost wished myself back at Stonebridge House. There at least I had some society and some friends. Now, during those lonely evenings at Mrs Nash's I had positively no one except young Larkins.
One wife for one man that was the law. Mormons broke it openly; Gentiles broke it secretly. Mormons acknowledged all their wives and protected their children; Gentiles acknowledged one wife only. Unquestionably the Mormons were wrong, but were not the Gentiles still more wrong? The following day Joe Lake appeared reluctant to start for Stonebridge with Withers.
"But the law!" "Law!" scoffed Joe. "In these wilds men get killed and there's no law. But if she's taken back to Stonebridge those iron-jawed old Mormons will make law enough to to... Shefford, the thing is get her away. Once out of the country, she's safe. Mormons keep their secrets." "I'll take her. Joe, will you help me?"
We were fairly well fed, and fairly well taught, and fairly well quartered. I even think we might have enjoyed ourselves now and then, had we been left to ourselves. But we never were left to ourselves. From morning to night, and, for all we could tell, from night till morning, we were looked after by the lady housekeeper, and that one fact made Stonebridge House almost intolerable.
In a moment we were out after them, the door was slammed to, the key was turned, and the first screw was well on its way home before they even found out that the beloved Henniker was not there! What are you doing there, you boys?" His only answer was a mighty cheer from the assembled pupils of Stonebridge House, which must have been quite as explicit as the longest explanation.
After that I was closely watched, and I need hardly say, if Jack ever wrote to me, I never got his letter. Still I cherished the memory of my friend, and even when Stonebridge House was most desolate, found some consolation in feeling pretty sure I had a friend somewhere, which is more than every one can say.
Somehow this missionary had learned his secret most likely from the Mormons in Stonebridge. And the terms of disgrace were coals of fire upon Shefford's head. Strangely, however, he did not bow to them, as had been his humble act in the past, when his calumniators had arraigned and flayed him. Passion burned in him now, for the first time in his life, made a tiger of him.
The evening had been a jolly one, and I had enjoyed it; but then, had I done well to enjoy it? That was the question. "Oh, I say," said Daly, as we said good-night on the doorstep, "were you ever at a school called Stonebridge House?" "Yes," said I, startled to hear the name once more. "You weren't there, were you?" "No; but a fellow I know, called Flanagan, was, and " "Do you know Flanagan?"
I tried to think of other things of books I had read, of stories I had heard, of places I had seen, of Stonebridge House, of Brownstroke but no, the thought of my pitiful career in London, my debts, my evil acquaintances, my treachery to my friend, would come and come and come, and drive out all else.
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