Any one not kicking you will be lammed.

It is also resolved that the faggery be fumigated and disinfected during the holidays, and that any chap seen talking to you be refused to be let in till he has been vaccinated.

You are about the lowest, meanest, vilest, abominablest, unmitigatedest sneak going.
Three cheers for poor old Tempest, and down with girls' schools and washerwomen!" This fiery document was formally signed by every Philosopher in the house, together with a particular word of opprobrium addressed to me by each of my former colleagues.
I was not long in realising that I was an outcast in Sharpe's.

No one would look at me, still less speak to me.

Pridgin ordered me off like a dog.