[The Freelands by John Galsworthy]@TWC D-Link bookThe Freelands CHAPTER III 2/13
And the august hand holding up those sooty pants, and the august voice: "These appear to be yours, Freeland minimus.
Were you so good as to put them down my chimneys ?" And the little piping, "Yes, sir." "May I ask why, Freeland minimus ?" "I don't know, sir." "You must have had some reason, Freeland minimus ?" "It was the end of term, sir." "Ah! You must not come back here, Freeland minimus.
You are too dangerous, to yourself, and others.
Go to your place." And poor little Tod ascending again all those steps, cheeks more terribly rosy than ever, eyes bluer, from under a still more troubled frown; little mouth hard set; and breathing so that you could hear him six forms off.
True, the new Head had been goaded by other outrages, the authors of which had not omitted to remove their names; but the want of humor, the amazing want of humor! As if it had not been a sign of first-rate stuff in Tod! And to this day Felix remembered with delight the little bubbling hiss that he himself had started, squelched at once, but rippling out again along the rows like tiny scattered lines of fire when a conflagration is suppressed.
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