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"Might I suggest one, sir!" said Mr Sibery deferentially, as he glanced at the king who reigned over the whole building. "To be sure," said the doctor. "You try."
Mr Hippetts smiled as he took the money, and the boys cheered again, in the midst of which shouts the doctor moved off with his charge, but only for his protege to break away from him, and run to offer his hand to Mr Sibery, who coughed slightly, and shook hands limply, as if he were conferring a great favour.
Shall you give me the cane if I ain't?" "I er I don't quite know," said the doctor. "I hope you will not require it." "Mr Sibery said I did, and he never knew a boy who wanted it worse, but it didn't do me no good at all." "Well, never mind that now," said the doctor. "You will have to be very good, and never want the cane. You must learn to be a young gentleman."
At last they joined in what became little more than a wrestle, and Dexter felt the ground giving way beneath his feet; the back of his neck hurt him terribly, and he was about to give in, when the boys began to cheer, Mr Sibery ran up with the cane, and the doctor came looking stern and frowning, while he saw Helen Grayson put her hand to her eyes and turn away.
"Up there, sir," said Dexter, in a low-toned weary voice, which sounded as if all the spirit had gone. "Up there!" cried the doctor. "Yes," said Dexter feebly; and without turning round "to Mr Hippetts, and to Mr Sibery, sir. To take me back. It's no good. I did try so hard so hard but I never had no mother no father not like other boys and and "
Bob had turned out one of the most contemptible cowards that ever stepped. He had proved to be a miserable tyrannical bully when they were alone; and in the face of danger a wretched cur; while now that they were caught he was ready to tell any lie to save his own skin. What would Helen say to him, and think of him? What would Mr Hippetts say and Mr Sibery?
"But this is an admirably behaved boy, sir," protested Mr Hippetts. "Mr Sibery here can speak very highly of his qualifications." "Oh yes, sir," put in the schoolmaster with a severe smile and a distant bow, for he felt annoyed at not being consulted. "Yes, yes," said the doctor; "but not my style of boy."
For Dexter was not perfect: he had borne till it was impossible to bear more, and then, with his anger surging up, he had fought as a down-trodden English boy will sometimes fight; and in this case with the pluck and steadiness learned in many a school encounter, unknown to Mr Sibery or Mr Hippetts, the keen-eyed and stern. Result: what might be expected.
Mr Sibery caught me one day, and didn't I get the cane!" There was such an air of innocent pride displayed by the boy, that after for the moment feeling annoyed, Helen Grayson sat back in her chair and laughed as much at the boy as at her father's puzzled look, of surprise. "That's nothing!" cried the boy, as he saw Helen's smiles. "Look here."
"Oh, I say, don't," cried Dexter, giving himself a writhe, as he recalled sundry unpleasant interviews with Mr Sibery. "It does hurt so, you don't know; and makes black marks on you afterwards, just as if it had been dipped in ink." Helen bent down over the work she had taken up. "Don't?" said the doctor sharply. "Then what am I to do, sir? Words are of no use.
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