Eric by Frederic William Farrar
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at the paper when his turn to repeat came round. But although this was
the case, he never spoke against the practice to the other boys, even when he lost places by it. Nay more, he would laugh when any one told him how he had escaped "skewing" (_i.e._ being turned) by reading it off; and he even went so far as to allow them to suppose that he wouldn't himself object to take advantage of the master's unsuspicious confidence. "I say, Williams," said Duncan, one morning as they strolled into the school-yard, "do you know your Rep.?" "No," said Eric, "not very well; I haven't given more than ten minutes to it." "Oh, well, never mind it now; come and have a game at racquets? Russel and Montagu have taken the court." "But I shall skew." "Oh no, you needn't, you know. I'll take care to pin it up on the desk near you." "Well, I don't much care. At any rate I'll chance it." And off the boys ran to the racquet-court, Eric intending to occupy the last quarter of an hour before school-time in learning his lesson. Russell and he stood the other two, and they were very well matched. They had finished two splendid games, and each side had been victorious in turn, when Duncan, in the highest spirits, shouted, "Now, Russell, for the conqueror." "Get some one else in my place," said Russell; "I don't know my Rep., |
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