Wilfrid Cumbermede by George MacDonald
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myself on the grass. He turned, looked at me for a moment in silence,
and then said in a changed tone-- 'My boy, I am sorry for you. I beg you will not trouble yourself any more. The affair is not worth it. Such a trifle! What can I do for you?' I got up. A new thought of possible relief had crossed my mind. 'Please, sir, if you won't box my ears, will you shake hands with me?' 'To be sure I will,' he answered, holding out his hand, and giving mine a very kindly shake. 'Where do you live?' 'I am at school at Aldwick, at Mr Elder's.' 'You're a long way from home!' 'Am I, sir? Will you tell me how to go? But it's of no consequence. I don't mind anything now you've forgiven me. I shall soon run home.' 'Come with me first. You must have something to eat.' I wanted nothing to eat, but how could I oppose anything he said? I followed him at once, drying my eyes as I went. He led me to a great gate which I had passed before, and opening a wicket, took me across a court, and through another building where I saw many servants going about; then across a second court, which was paved with large flags, and so to a door which he opened, calling-- |
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