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Farrar, Frederic William, 1831-1903

"Eric"

"
"Are you? Well, if it gets amusing, come to my study and tell me, I'll
come and look on."
"Very well; depend upon it, I'll come." And they parted at the foot of
the study stairs.
It was Mr. Rose's night of duty. He walked slowly up and down the range
of Dormitories until every boy seemed ready to get into bed, and then he
put out all the candles. So long as he was present, the boys observed
the utmost quiet and decorum. All continued quite orderly until he had
passed away through the lavatory, and one of the boys following him as a
scout, had seen the last glimmer of his candle disappear round the
corner at the foot of the great staircase, and heard the library door
close behind him.
After that, particularly as Dr. Rowlands was absent, the boys knew that
they were safe from disturbance, and the occupants of No. 7 were the
first to stir.
"Now for some fun," said Duncan, starting up, and by way of initiative
pitching his pillow at Eric's head.
"I'll pay you out for that when I'm ready," said Eric, laughing; "but
give us a match, first.


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