
by Wood, Henry
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...been a son of my own, I could scarcely have felt it more. It seemed that I might so fully trust you." "Since when have you known it?" asked Mr. Henry in a low tone. "For some weeks now. I did not stir in it at the time," continued the master, brushing a large fly off his black waistcoat, "on account of not interrupting the classes of the boys who were going up for the examination. And, that over, I thought things might go on to the vacation as they had gone on so long." "Then you intend to discharge me, Dr. Brabazon 1" The doctor could not help thinking it was rather an unnecessary question. He played with his paper-weight on the table. "What do you think about that, Mr. Henry?" "Of course I have feared so. But yet" "But yet what?" "Oh, sir, I'd rather not go on. I was going to speak of leniency--of consideration. But you might think it only made my offence worse." "I will show you all the leniency in my power. I think my having delayed the explanation proves that my intentions are not hostile, and I will be your friend if I can. You were, I conclude, led into this by some overwhelming pecuniary pressure, as others have been before you, and then found that you could not redeem your act. This is Emma's view of the case as well as mine. Why did you not make a friend of me, and tell me your difficulty? I would have lent you the money." "What money, sir?" "The money you had need of. It was a poor sum to peril one's future for--seven pounds. And why did you use Mr. Jebb's name?" Mr. Henry had been staring with all his eyes, as if the words bewildered him. "I don't quite understand, sir, what it is you are talking of." "Of...
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