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--
No
,
no
,
said
Athy
.
They
'll
both
get
it
on
the
vital
spot
.
Wells
rubbed
himself
and
said
in
a
crying
voice
:
--
Please
,
sir
,
let
me
off
!
Athy
grinned
and
turned
up
the
sleeves
of
his
jacket
,
saying
:
It
ca
n't
be
helped
;
It
must
be
done
.
So
down
with
your
breeches
And
out
with
your
bum
.
The
fellows
laughed
;
but
he
felt
that
they
were
a
little
afraid
.
In
the
silence
of
the
soft
grey
air
he
heard
the
cricket
bats
from
here
and
from
there
:
pock
.
That
was
a
sound
to
hear
but
if
you
were
hit
then
you
would
feel
a
pain
.
The
pandybat
made
a
sound
too
but
not
like
that
.
The
fellows
said
it
was
made
of
whalebone
and
leather
with
lead
inside
:
and
he
wondered
what
was
the
pain
like
.
There
were
different
kinds
of
sounds
.
A
long
thin
cane
would
have
a
high
whistling
sound
and
he
wondered
what
was
that
pain
like
.
It
made
him
shivery
to
think
of
it
and
cold
:
and
what
Athy
said
too
.
But
what
was
there
to
laugh
at
in
it
?
It
made
him
shivery
:
but
that
was
because
you
always
felt
like
a
shiver
when
you
let
down
your
trousers
.
It
was
the
same
in
the
bath
when
you
undressed
yourself
.
He
wondered
who
had
to
let
them
down
,
the
master
or
the
boy
himself
.
O
how
could
they
laugh
about
it
that
way
?
He
looked
at
Athy
's
rolled-up
sleeves
and
knuckly
inky
hands
.
He
had
rolled
up
his
sleeves
to
show
how
Mr
Gleeson
would
roll
up
his
sleeves
.
But
Mr
Gleeson
had
round
shiny
cuffs
and
clean
white
wrists
and
fattish
white
hands
and
the
nails
of
them
were
long
and
pointed
.
Perhaps
he
pared
them
too
like
Lady
Boyle
.
But
they
were
terribly
long
and
pointed
nails
.
So
long
and
cruel
they
were
,
though
the
white
fattish
hands
were
not
cruel
but
gentle
.
And
though
he
trembled
with
cold
and
fright
to
think
of
the
cruel
long
nails
and
of
the
high
whistling
sound
of
the
cane
and
of
the
chill
you
felt
at
the
end
of
your
shirt
when
you
undressed
yourself
yet
he
felt
a
feeling
of
queer
quiet
pleasure
inside
him
to
think
of
the
white
fattish
hands
,
clean
and
strong
and
gentle
.
And
he
thought
of
what
Cecil
Thunder
had
said
:
that
Mr
Gleeson
would
not
flog
Corrigan
hard
.
And
Fleming
had
said
he
would
not
because
it
was
best
of
his
play
not
to
.
