You'll write to me, Dux ?" "Most likely.

Tell Brown how sorry I am." "Now, Tempest, ready ?" said Mr Ramsbottom.
"Good-bye, kid.

I sha'n't forget you." Next minute he was off, and I was left alone.
I do not deny that for a moment or two I found it convenient to rub my eyes.

It was a hot day, and the light through the window was dazzling, I think.
Then to my relief up came my cab, and under the stalwart escort of Mrs Potts, the matron, I quitted Dangerfield for good.
My journey home was, as may be imagined, not a festive one.

What would my mother say, or my guardian?
What version of the story had Plummer given them?
It consoled me to work myself up into a fury as I sat in the corner of the railway carriage, and prepare an indictment of his conduct which should make my conduct appear not only justifiable, but heroic.
Alas! heroism can rarely endure the rattle of a long railway journey.
Long before we reached Fallowfield my heart was in my boots, and my fierceness had all evaporated.
But a year ago my father had died, leaving me, his only child, to be the comfort and support of my mother.