Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand

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Author: H. C. Adams ISBN: 9781465515056
Publisher: Library of Alexandria Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint: Language: English
Author: H. C. Adams
ISBN: 9781465515056
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
Publication: March 8, 2015
Imprint:
Language: English
School was just over. The boys belonging to Arlingford College poured out into the playing fields, the juniors tumbling over one another in haste and confusion, as though the premises were on fire behind them; the seniors strolling leisurely out, or gathering in small groups near the school door, to arrange their plans for the afternoon. Dr Stansfield, the headmaster, still remained, in conversation with Reginald Margetts, a connection of his wife’s, a young man of two-and-twenty, who was passing the Oxford long vacation at his house, and had come in with a message from Mrs Stansfield. One of the assistant masters also, George Rivers by name, sat at his desk, looking over some exercises of which he had not completed the revision. He was near about Margetts’ age, a well-built young fellow with an intelligent and pleasant face. “Well, that will do, Redgy,” said the Doctor. “You may tell Mrs Stansfield that I do not know, and cannot conjecture who her visitor may have been; but if he is to return in half an hour, I shall be in the library ready to receive him. At present I must have a little talk with George Rivers here, before I leave the school.” “I am going to walk with Rivers presently, sir,” said Margetts. “Shall you be long?” “A quarter of an hour, I daresay. George will join you when we have done. George,” he continued, as Margetts left the room, “I have looked over the papers you have sent me. I intended to have had this conversation, even if you had not invited it. It is time that some conclusion was come to. You have not, I fear, received any fresh information?” “I am sorry to say I have not.” “I am sorry too; but I hardly expected anything else. You are, I think, more than one-and-twenty?” “Two-and-twenty in a few months, sir.” “Indeed. Well, there ought to be no Further delay in the arrangement of your plans for the future. Do you not think so?” “Yes, sir; and I believe I have made up my mind
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School was just over. The boys belonging to Arlingford College poured out into the playing fields, the juniors tumbling over one another in haste and confusion, as though the premises were on fire behind them; the seniors strolling leisurely out, or gathering in small groups near the school door, to arrange their plans for the afternoon. Dr Stansfield, the headmaster, still remained, in conversation with Reginald Margetts, a connection of his wife’s, a young man of two-and-twenty, who was passing the Oxford long vacation at his house, and had come in with a message from Mrs Stansfield. One of the assistant masters also, George Rivers by name, sat at his desk, looking over some exercises of which he had not completed the revision. He was near about Margetts’ age, a well-built young fellow with an intelligent and pleasant face. “Well, that will do, Redgy,” said the Doctor. “You may tell Mrs Stansfield that I do not know, and cannot conjecture who her visitor may have been; but if he is to return in half an hour, I shall be in the library ready to receive him. At present I must have a little talk with George Rivers here, before I leave the school.” “I am going to walk with Rivers presently, sir,” said Margetts. “Shall you be long?” “A quarter of an hour, I daresay. George will join you when we have done. George,” he continued, as Margetts left the room, “I have looked over the papers you have sent me. I intended to have had this conversation, even if you had not invited it. It is time that some conclusion was come to. You have not, I fear, received any fresh information?” “I am sorry to say I have not.” “I am sorry too; but I hardly expected anything else. You are, I think, more than one-and-twenty?” “Two-and-twenty in a few months, sir.” “Indeed. Well, there ought to be no Further delay in the arrangement of your plans for the future. Do you not think so?” “Yes, sir; and I believe I have made up my mind

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