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My father is an Indian officer, you know, and some of the terms in the book are difficult without notes. Richie, hand that paper. Here they are, Miss Rippenger, if you'll be so kind as to place them in the book. I was hoping with all my might that she would not deny him. She did, and my heart sank. 'Oh, I can read it without notes, she said, cheerfully.
Rippenger implore that the heart of 'him we know as Richmond Roy' might be turned. I did it spontaneously. Mr. Rippenger gazed at me in descending from his desk; Julia, too, looking grieved. For my part, I exulted in having done a thing that gave me a likeness to Heriot. 'Little Richmond, you're a little hero, he said, caressing me. 'I saw old Rippenger whisper to that beast, Boddy.
My father is an Indian officer, you know, and some of the terms in the book are difficult without notes. Richie, hand that paper. Here they are, Miss Rippenger, if you'll be so kind as to place them in the book. I was hoping with all my might that she would not deny him. She did, and my heart sank. 'Oh, I can read it without notes, she said, cheerfully.
But now the shadow of a great calamity fell on me, for my dear Heriot announced his intention of leaving the school next half. 'I can't stand being prayed at, morning and evening, by a fellow who hasn't the pluck to strike me like a man, he said. Mr. Rippenger had the habit of signalizing offenders, in his public prayers, as boys whose hearts he wished to be turned from callousness.
Rippenger, you've knocked some knowledge into this young gentleman. Temple and I took counsel together hastily; we cried in a breath: 'Here 's to Julia Rippenger, the prettiest, nicest girl living! and we drank to her. 'Julia! the captain echoed us. 'I join your toast, gentlemen. Mr. Richmond, Mr. Tempus-Julia! By all that's holy, she floats a sinking ship!
And, meanwhile, I was the one who was charged with going about looking lovelorn! I smothered my feelings and my reflections on the wisdom of people. At last my aunt Dorothy found the means of setting me at liberty on the road to London. We had related to her how Captain Bulsted toasted Julia Rippenger, and we had both declared in joke that we were sure the captain wished to be introduced to her.
Julia was sent away to a relative by the sea-side, because, one of the housemaids told me, she could not bear to hear of my being beaten. Mr. Rippenger summoned me to his private room to bid me inform him whether I had other relatives besides my father, such as grandfather, grandmother, uncles, or aunts, or a mother.
My efforts to gather the reason for his having left me neglected at school were fruitless. 'Business, business! sad necessity! hurry, worry-the-hounds! was his nearest approach to an explicit answer; and seeing I grieved his kind eyes, I abstained. Nor did I like to defend Mr. Rippenger for expecting to be paid.
By this time my Sunday visits to Julia had been interdicted: I was plunged, as it were, in the pit of the school, and my dreams of my father were losing distinctness. A series of boxes on the ears from Boddy began to astound and transform me. Mr. Rippenger, too, threatened me with carvings, though my offences were slight.
'To Miss Rippenger, I replied. 'What have you there? 'A book, sir. 'Show me the book. I stood fast. 'It 's a book I have lent him, sir, said Heriot, rising. 'I shall see if it's a fit book for a young boy, said Boddy; and before Heriot could interpose, he had knocked the book on the floor, and out fell the letter.
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