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He divined what had been suppressed. "What is it that you will never know, John?" At that John spoke, laying bare his heart. He gave details of the never-ending struggle between Scaife and himself for the soul of his friend; gave them with a clearness of expression which proved beyond all else how his thoughts had crystallized in his mind.
Women can't understand constitutional obligations." "She said she wouldn't have him to the house," remarked Dick. "Oh, Eleanor Scaife must persuade her. I wish you'd go and tell them, Dick. I'm expecting Medland in half-an-hour. I wish I was out of it. I distrust these fellows, both them and their policy." "And yet you'll have to be civil to them." "Civil!
"Have you lent him money too?" said Lovell. It was admirably done the hint cleverly conveyed, the mild amazement. Warde smiled grimly. Scaife understood, and took his cue. "Yes; I have lent him money," said he, after a slight pause. "Twenty pounds?" "I believe, sir, that is the amount."
Within three weeks he was leaving; doubtless Warde wanted to say something civil. The big fellow was feeling quite himself. He had paid Scaife and Lovell, not without a little pardonable braggadocio. "You fellows have put me to some inconvenience," he said. "I make it a rule not to run things fine, but after all thirty quid is no great sum. Here you are."
And would any one say 'Demon' in such a serious context?" "Oh, my God!" said John, pale and trembling. At last he understood. Add two letters to "Demon" and you have "Desmond." How easily such a mistake could be made! "Desmond," ill-written, handed to an old Manorite to copy and despatch. "It's Scaife it's Scaife," John cried.
A glorious victory at Lord's seemed assured. Scaife, Captain and epitome of the brains and muscles of the Eleven, had grown into a powerful man, with the mind, the tastes, the passions of manhood. Indeed, he looked younger than John, although a year his senior; and John knew himself to be the elder and wiser, knew that Desmond leaned upon him whenever a crutch was wanted.
Scaife made a bet that he would drive this coach from one end of the High Street to the other, under the very nose of Authority. The rules of the school set forth rigorously that no boy is to drive in or on any vehicle whatever. Only the Cycle Corps are allowed to use bicycles. Scaife's bet, you may be sure, excited extraordinary interest.
He entered Lovell's room and looked at Scaife, who rose at once. "I wish to speak with you alone, Lovell." "Certainly, sir. Won't you sit down?" Warde waited till Scaife had closed the door, then he said quietly "Lovell, does Beaumont-Greene owe you money?" The Anglo-Saxon form of Harrow. The terminal examination.
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