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He
crept
about
from
point
to
point
on
the
fringe
of
his
line
,
making
little
runs
now
and
then
.
But
his
hands
were
bluish
with
cold
.
He
kept
his
hands
in
the
side
pockets
of
his
belted
grey
suit
.
That
was
a
belt
round
his
pocket
.
And
belt
was
also
to
give
a
fellow
a
belt
.
One
day
a
fellow
said
to
Cantwell
:
--
I
'd
give
you
such
a
belt
in
a
second
.
Cantwell
had
answered
:
--
Go
and
fight
your
match
.
Give
Cecil
Thunder
a
belt
.
I
'd
like
to
see
you
.
He
'd
give
you
a
toe
in
the
rump
for
yourself
.
That
was
not
a
nice
expression
.
His
mother
had
told
him
not
to
speak
with
the
rough
boys
in
the
college
.
Nice
mother
!
The
first
day
in
the
hall
of
the
castle
when
she
had
said
goodbye
she
had
put
up
her
veil
double
to
her
nose
to
kiss
him
:
and
her
nose
and
eyes
were
red
.
But
he
had
pretended
not
to
see
that
she
was
going
to
cry
.
She
was
a
nice
mother
but
she
was
not
so
nice
when
she
cried
.
And
his
father
had
given
him
two
five-shilling
pieces
for
pocket
money
.
And
his
father
had
told
him
if
he
wanted
anything
to
write
home
to
him
and
,
whatever
he
did
,
never
to
peach
on
a
fellow
.
Then
at
the
door
of
the
castle
the
rector
had
shaken
hands
with
his
father
and
mother
,
his
soutane
fluttering
in
the
breeze
,
and
the
car
had
driven
off
with
his
father
and
mother
on
it
.
They
had
cried
to
him
from
the
car
,
waving
their
hands
:
--
Goodbye
,
Stephen
,
goodbye
!
--
Goodbye
,
Stephen
,
goodbye
!
He
was
caught
in
the
whirl
of
a
scrimmage
and
,
fearful
of
the
flashing
eyes
and
muddy
boots
,
bent
down
to
look
through
the
legs
.
The
fellows
were
struggling
and
groaning
and
their
legs
were
rubbing
and
kicking
and
stamping
.
Then
Jack
Lawton
's
yellow
boots
dodged
out
the
ball
and
all
the
other
boots
and
legs
ran
after
.
He
ran
after
them
a
little
way
and
then
stopped
.
It
was
useless
to
run
on
.
Soon
they
would
be
going
home
for
the
holidays
.
After
supper
in
the
study
hall
he
would
change
the
number
pasted
up
inside
his
desk
from
seventy-seven
to
seventy-six
.
It
would
be
better
to
be
in
the
study
hall
than
out
there
in
the
cold
.
The
sky
was
pale
and
cold
but
there
were
lights
in
the
castle
.
He
wondered
from
which
window
Hamilton
Rowan
had
thrown
his
hat
on
the
ha-ha
and
had
there
been
flowerbeds
at
that
time
under
the
windows
.
One
day
when
he
had
been
called
to
the
castle
the
butler
had
shown
him
the
marks
of
the
soldiers
'
slugs
in
the
wood
of
the
door
and
had
given
him
a
piece
of
shortbread
that
the
community
ate
.
It
was
nice
and
warm
to
see
the
lights
in
the
castle
.
It
was
like
something
in
a
book
.
Perhaps
Leicester
Abbey
was
like
that
.
