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"I'm not keeping you, am I?" said Mike, politely. It was remarkable what a number of members of Outwood's house appeared to cherish a personal grudge against Mr. Downing. It had been that master's somewhat injudicious practice for many years to treat his own house as a sort of Chosen People.
A cordial invitation to the criminal to come forward and be executed was received in wooden silence by the school, with the exception of Johnson III., of Outwood's, who, suddenly reminded of Sammy's appearance by the headmaster's words, broke into a wild screech of laughter, and was instantly awarded two hundred lines. The school filed out of the Hall to their various lunches, and Mr.
I was about to say that in any other place but Mr. Outwood's house, your word would be law. I would fly to do your bidding. If you pressed a button, I would do the rest. But in Mr. Outwood's house I cannot do anything except what pleases me or what is ordered by Mr. Outwood. I ought to have remembered that before.
"I shouldn't think old Outwood's likely to hear you he sleeps miles away on the other side of the house. He never hears anything. We often rag half the night and nothing happens." This appears to be a thoroughly nice, well-conducted establishment. What would my mother say if she could see her Rupert in the midst of these reckless youths!"
I was about to say that in any other place but Mr. Outwood's house, your word would be law. I would fly to do your bidding. If you pressed a button, I would do the rest. But in Mr. Outwood's house I cannot do anything except what pleases me or what is ordered by Mr. Outwood. I ought to have remembered that before.
Feeling aggrieved with himself that he had not thought of this before, he, too, hurried over to Outwood's. Mr. Downing was brisk and peremptory. "I wish to look at these shoes again," he said. Psmith, with a sigh, laid down his novel, and rose to assist him. "Sit down, Smith," said the housemaster. "I can manage without your help."
"It's a goodish step, sir." "Here you are." "Thank you, sir. I'll send up your luggage by the 'bus, sir. Which 'ouse was it you was going to?" "Outwood's." "Right, sir. It's straight on up this road to the school. You can't miss it, sir." "Worse luck," said Mike. He walked off up the road, sorrier for himself than ever. It was such absolutely rotten luck.
"Look here," said Spiller, "are you going to clear out of here or not?" "After Mr. Outwood's kindly thought in giving us the room? You suggest a black and ungrateful action, Comrade Spiller." "You'll get it hot, if you don't." "We'll risk it," said Mike. Jellicoe giggled in the background; the drama in the atmosphere appealed to him. His was a simple and appreciative mind.
"It's a goodish step, sir." "Here you are." "Thank you, sir. I'll send up your luggage by the bus, sir. Which 'ouse was it you was going to?" "Outwood's." "Right, sir. It's straight on up this road to the school. You can't miss it, sir." "Worse luck," said Mike. He walked off up the road, sorrier for himself than ever. It was such absolutely rotten luck.
Without waiting to discover what this might be, he leaned his bicycle against the wall, went out, and locked the door, after which he ran across to Outwood's. Fortune had favoured his undertaking by decreeing that a stout drain-pipe should pass up the wall within a few inches of his and Psmith's study.
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