Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke

Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke

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Portrait of Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Jaspar Tristram (1899)

Unable to distinguish a single voice amidst the din or a single face amongst the many which were pressing in on him at once, he was trying to think of what to say, when, with a sort of laugh that he had never heard before, one of them gave a companion a quick shove and sent him cannoning against him with a force so great as almost to bring them both to the ground; at the same instant he heard a cry:
‘Here’s Orr!’ and every one fell back.
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Portrait of Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Jaspar Tristram (1899)

For a moment or so Orr looked him in silence up and down; then, turning to one of those who were standing round:
‘What’s his name?’ he asked.
‘Tristram, Orr! Jaspar Tristram!’ they all shouted out. ‘Did you ever hear such a name?’
‘Oh, well,’ said Orr, ‘of course we can’t have such a rotten name as that here! What shall we call him?’
‘I votes we call him “Rosy ” as he blushes so!’ observed the good-looking small boy who stood by Orr; and even as he was speaking Jaspar noticed what a curious charm there was in his voice. Everybody began to applaud:
‘Rosy, Rosy!’ they cried.
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Portrait of Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Edward Ashley Walrond Clarke Jaspar Tristram (1899)

It was late in the afternoon of a desolate and cold January day when Jaspar Tristram arrived at Scarisbrick on his way to Dr. Tower’s school as a new boy. The journey had been long; at every stage that he had left behind his heart had sunk more and more, and now, as the fly began heavily to lumber off, he leant out of the window, still, if he might, to keep the station to the last in view as the one remaining link by which he could fancy himself yet bound to home.
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