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The
players
closed
around
,
flushed
and
muddy
,
and
he
went
among
them
,
glad
to
go
in
.
Rody
Kickham
held
the
ball
by
its
greasy
lace
.
A
fellow
asked
him
to
give
it
one
last
:
but
he
walked
on
without
even
answering
the
fellow
.
Simon
Moonan
told
him
not
to
because
the
prefect
was
looking
.
The
fellow
turned
to
Simon
Moonan
and
said
:
--
We
all
know
why
you
speak
.
You
are
McGlade
's
suck
.
Suck
was
a
queer
word
.
The
fellow
called
Simon
Moonan
that
name
because
Simon
Moonan
used
to
tie
the
prefect
's
false
sleeves
behind
his
back
and
the
prefect
used
to
let
on
to
be
angry
.
But
the
sound
was
ugly
.
Once
he
had
washed
his
hands
in
the
lavatory
of
the
Wicklow
Hotel
and
his
father
pulled
the
stopper
up
by
the
chain
after
and
the
dirty
water
went
down
through
the
hole
in
the
basin
.
And
when
it
had
all
gone
down
slowly
the
hole
in
the
basin
had
made
a
sound
like
that
:
suck
.
Only
louder
.
To
remember
that
and
the
white
look
of
the
lavatory
made
him
feel
cold
and
then
hot
.
There
were
two
cocks
that
you
turned
and
water
came
out
:
cold
and
hot
.
He
felt
cold
and
then
a
little
hot
:
and
he
could
see
the
names
printed
on
the
cocks
.
That
was
a
very
queer
thing
.
And
the
air
in
the
corridor
chilled
him
too
.
It
was
queer
and
wettish
.
But
soon
the
gas
would
be
lit
and
in
burning
it
made
a
light
noise
like
a
little
song
.
Always
the
same
:
and
when
the
fellows
stopped
talking
in
the
playroom
you
could
hear
it
.
It
was
the
hour
for
sums
.
Father
Arnall
wrote
a
hard
sum
on
the
board
and
then
said
:
--
Now
then
,
who
will
win
?
Go
ahead
,
York
!
Go
ahead
,
Lancaster
!
Stephen
tried
his
best
,
but
the
sum
was
too
hard
and
he
felt
confused
.
The
little
silk
badge
with
the
white
rose
on
it
that
was
pinned
on
the
breast
of
his
jacket
began
to
flutter
.
He
was
no
good
at
sums
,
but
he
tried
his
best
so
that
York
might
not
lose
.
Father
Arnall
's
face
looked
very
black
,
but
he
was
not
in
a
wax
:
he
was
laughing
.
Then
Jack
Lawton
cracked
his
fingers
and
Father
Arnall
looked
at
his
copybook
and
said
:
--
Right
.
Bravo
Lancaster
!
The
red
rose
wins
.
Come
on
now
,
York
!
Forge
ahead
!
