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To her astonishment, by some agency beyond her fathoming, she found herself, and hardly for her own pleasure, pushing the young schoolmaster animatedly to have an account of his aims in the establishment of the foreign school. Weyburn smiled.
His look deferred to their good pleasure, like the dead hand of a clock under key; and Weyburn placed the missive before him, seeing by the superscription that it was not official. It was addressed, in the Roman hand of a boy's copybook writing, to General the Earl of Ormont, I.C.B., etc., Horse Guards, London. The earl's eyebrows creased up over the address; they came down low on the contents.
"No," he Insisted. "You are a part of my work one of my reasons for existence. Christianity means something, Weyburn, and I am here to define its meaning in specific cases. There is a little legacy of common justice due you, and I shall take it upon myself to see that you get it. As for Zadoc Haddon, you needn't worry about him.
His first love was his only true love, despite one shuddering episode, oddly humiliating to recollect, though he had not behaved badly. So, then, by right of his passion, thus did eternal justice rule it: that Browny belonged, to Matey Weyburn, Aminta to Lord Ormont.
"You have your work to do, Mr. Weyburn." Saying that, she bowed an implied apology for having kept him from it, and rose. She bowed again as she passed through the doorway, in acknowledgment of his politeness. Here; then, was the end of the story of Browny and Matey. Such was his thought under the truncheon-stroke of their colloquy.
Touching the old game, Cuper's fold was a healthy school, owing to the good lead of the head boy, Matey Weyburn, a lad with a heart for games to bring renown, and no thought about girls. His emulation, the fellows fancied, was for getting the school into a journal of the Sports.
The despot is alert at every issue, to every chance; and she was one, the wakefuller for being benevolent; her mind had no sleep by day. For a month she subjected Mr. Matthew Weyburn to the microscope of her observation and the probe of her instinct. He proved that he could manage without cajoling a boy.
As it was, Weyburn did see the rancour of a raw wound in operation.
There was a defalcation in Geddis's bank, and Weyburn was found guilty and sent to the penitentiary." Here was another of the paper life-walls. One little touch would have punctured it and vague recollection would instantly become complete recognition. I held my breath for fear I might unconsciously give the rending touch.
'You're satisfied I swim well? she said. 'It would go hard with me if we raced a long race. 'I really was out for France. 'I was ordered to keep you for England. She gave him Browny's eyes. 'We've turned our backs on Triton. 'The ceremony was performed. 'When? 'The minute I spoke of it and you splashed. 'Matey! Matey Weyburn! 'Browny Farrell! 'Oh, Matey! she's gone! 'She's here.
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