The Gold Bat by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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page 56 of 191 (29%)
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"Well, then, do you remember what happened to Mill's study? That's
what's been going on here." O'Hara nearly fell off his chair with surprise. That some philanthropist should rag Mill's study was only to be expected. Mill was one of the worst. A worm without a saving grace. But Trevor! Captain of football! In the first eleven! The thing was unthinkable. "But who--?" he began. "That's just what I want to know," said Trevor, shortly. He did not enjoy discussing the affair. "How long have you been at Wrykyn, O'Hara?" said Clowes. O'Hara made a rapid calculation. His fingers twiddled in the air as he worked out the problem. "Six years," he said at last, leaning back exhausted with brain work. "Then you must remember the League?" "Remember the League? Rather." "Well, it's been revived." O'Hara whistled. "This'll liven the old place up," he said. "I've often thought of reviving it meself. An' so has Moriarty. If it's anything like the Old |
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