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Bosher, who was one that never took no rest, never even took off her bonnet, saw through that girl, and knew right well that she had come from the Littlebourne side of the river; and perhaps Mrs. Rowles could state what family had lost a little maid-servant. Yes, Mrs.
It's our painful duty, so you'd better be quiet. We're sorry to have to do it, you know, but it can't be helped. If we find nothing Radical in the diary we'll let you off." It was no use protesting, and poor Bosher had to submit with the best grace he could to hear his inmost thoughts read out in public. "Here, Telson, old man," said Parson, "you read it. Speak out, mind.
Pilbury sported too, ugly in the face. Parson taketh the chair. Parson is a f l and two between." "Oh!" broke in the outraged Parson. "I knew he was a Radical cad. All right, Bosher, my boy; you'll catch it! Steam away, Telson!" "`It was a gross meeting, Pringle being much stuck-up. He maketh a speech. Meditations while Pringle is making a speech. The grass is very green. I am the Radical."
Mr Bosher upon being appealed to for his opinion, explained that science was alright in its way, but unreliable: the things scientists said yesterday they contradicted today, and what they said today they would probably repudiate tomorrow. It was necessary to be very cautious before accepting any of their assertions.
"I've been late for call-over twice this week already, and I'm certain to get reported now!" "So shall I be," said Bosher. "It's all a vile dodge of those schoolhouse cads," exclaimed King. They did it on purpose to make us late. I see it all now. And then they'll report us. Ugh! did you ever know such blackguards?"
The notion of Bosher keeping a diary had been amusing enough, but the chance of looking at such a production was irresistible. The boys did make one languid protest, more, however, to relieve their consciences than to dissuade one another from the meanness of looking into another boy's diary. "Rather low, perhaps," said Telson, "to look at a fellow's notes." "I don't know," said King.
Mr Bosher, Vicar of the Church of the Whited Sepulchre, Mr Grinder one of the churchwardens at the same place of alleged worship both dressed in broadcloth and fine linen and glossy silk hats, while their general appearance testified to the fact that they had fared sumptuously for many days. Mr Didlum, Mrs Starvem, Mr Dauber, Mr Botchit, Mr Smeeriton, and Mr Leavit. And in the midst was the Rev.
But now, any ideas he ever had darted from his mind, and he gazed nervously at the small company. "Oh!" said he at length, breaking silence by a tremendous effort, and conscious that he was looking as confused as he felt, "I suppose you are the boy " "Yes," said Bosher, leaning complacently against the table and staring at a picture over the mantelpiece.
"There you are!" exclaimed Parson, triumphantly: "didn't I tell you so? Bosher! What do you mean by telling such howling crams, Bosher?" "I only meant " "Shut up! Fire away, Telson!" "`I am the Radical. I desire to smash everything the little Welchers make noises. Meditations: let me be noble dinner at 3:1 stew. The turnips are gross.
Bosher opened, revealing a flight of stairs. She pushed Juliet up them, and though the girl would have liked to rebel, she did not dare to do so. In fact, she thought the wisest plan would be to go quietly up to the bed-room, and, as soon as Mrs. Bosher herself was in bed, to get out by the window and make her way back to Littlebourne Lock.
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