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Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903

"Eric"

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"You'll have to sit it then," said Barker.
"O, it was _you_ who did it, was it? Then take that;" and, seizing one
of the tin candlesticks, Eric hurled it at Barker's head. Barker dodged,
but the edge of it cut open his eyebrow as it whizzed by, and the blood
flowed fast.
"I'll kill you for that," said Barker, leaping at Eric, and seizing him
by the hair.
"You'll get killed yourself then, you brute," said Upton, Russell's
cousin, a fifth-form boy, who had just come into the room--and he boxed
his ears as a premonitory admonition. "But, I say, young un," continued
he to Eric, "this kind of thing won't do, you snow. You'll get into
rows if you shy candlesticks at fellows' heads at that rate."
"He has been making the room intolerable for the last month by his
filthy tricks," said Eric hotly; "some one must stop him, and I will
somehow, if no one else does."
"It wasn't I who put the thing on your head, you passionate young fool,"
growled Barker.
"Who was it then? How was I to know? You began it.


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