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The Gold-Stealers

CHAPTER I
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They heard the shuffling of a pair of heavily shod feet, and then the voice again.
'Parrot, my man, you are a comedian by instinct, and will probably live to be an ornament to the theatrical profession; but it is my duty to repress premature manifestations of your genius.

Parrot, hold out! They heard the swish of the cane and the school master's sarcastic comments between the strokes.
'Ah-h, that was a beauty! Once more, Parrot, my friend, if you please.
Excellent! Excellent! We will try again.

Practice of this kind makes for perfection, you know, Parrot.

Good, good--very good! If you should be spoiled in the making, Parrot, you will not in your old age ascribe it to any paltry desire on my part to spare the rod, will you, Parrot ?' 'S'help me, I won't, sir! There was such a world of pathos in the wail with which Parrot replied that Dick choked in his efforts to repress his emotions.

The lads heard the victim blubbing, and pictured his humorous contortions after every cut--for Parrot was weirdly and wonderfully gymnastic under punishment--and Jacker hugged himself and kicked ecstatically, and young Haddon bowed his forehead in the dirt and drummed with his toes, and gave expression to his exuberant hilarity in frantic pantomime.


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