" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. \"What about scholarships?\" \"Can't get 'em if your parents are rich. Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. " "Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness. But he was not a father one could make much of.
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