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Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903

"Eric"

He had begun to dislike the latter more and more, and had
given him up altogether as one of the reprobates.
"What a surly devil that is," said Eric, when he had passed; "did you
see how he purposely cut me?"
"A surly ...? Oh Eric, that's the first time I ever heard you swear."
Eric blushed. He hadn't meant the word to slip out in Russell's hearing,
though similar expressions were common enough in his talk with other
boys. But he didn't like to be reproved, even by Russell, and in the
ready spirit of self-defence, he answered--
"Pooh, Edwin, you don't call that swearing, do you? You're so strict, so
religious, you know. I love you for it, but then, there are none like
you. Nobody thinks anything of swearing here."
Russell was silent.
"Besides, what can be the harm of it? it means nothing. I was thinking
the other night, and I concluded that you and Owen are the only two
fellows here who don't swear."
Russell still said nothing.
"And, after all, I didn't swear; I only called that fellow a surly
devil.


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