The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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Bywater's eyes and his good-humoured countenance fell before the steady gaze of the prelate. But in the gaze there was an earnest--if Bywater could read it aright--of good feeling, of excuse for the mischief, rather than of punishment in store. The boy's face was red enough at all times, but it turned to scarlet now. If the bishop had before suspected the share played in the affair by the college boys, it had by this time been converted into a certainty. "Boy," said he, "confess it if you like, be silent if you like; but do not tell me a lie." Bywater turned up his face again. His free, fearless eyes--free in the cause of daring, but fearless in that of truth--looked straight into those of the bishop. "I never do tell lies," he answered. "There's not a boy in the school punished oftener than I am; and I don't say but I generally deserve it! but it is never for telling a lie. If I did tell them, I should slip out of many a scrape that I am punished for now." The bishop could read truth as well as any one--better than many--and he saw that it was being told to him now. "Which of you must be punished for this trick as ringleader?" he asked. "I, my lord, if any one must be," frankly avowed Bywater. "We should have let him out at ten o'clock. We never meant to keep him there all night. If I am punished, I hope your lordship will be so kind as allow it to be put down to your own account, not to Ketch's. I should not like it to be thought that I caught it for _him_. I heartily beg your pardon, my lord, for having been so unfortunate as to include you in the locking-up. We are all as sorry as can be, that it should have |
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