F. Anstey

“ Mr. Bultitude had meant to achieve a double stroke of diplomacy—to undeceive Dulcie and conciliate the lovesick Tipping. But whatever his success may have been in the former respect, the latter object failed conspicuously.
'You shan't get off by a shabby trick like that,' said Tipping, exasperated by the sight of Dulcie's emotion; 'you've made her cry now, and you shall smart for it. So, now, are you going to stand up to me like a man, or will you take a licking?'
'I'm not going to help you to commit a breach of the peace,' said Paul with great dignity. 'Go away, you quarrelsome young ruffian! ”

“ He saw it stamped, and put into the postbag, and then his last gleam of hope flickered out; he must give up struggling against the Inevitable; he must resign himself to be educated, and perhaps flogged here, while Dick was filling his house with clowns and pantaloons, destroying his reputation and damaging his credit at home. Perhaps, in course of time, he would grow accustomed to it, and, meanwhile, he would be as careful as possible to do and say nothing to make himself remarkable in any way, by which means he trusted, at least, to avoid any fresh calamity. ”

“ The boys sat in their places in their schoolroom, amusing themselves after their several fashions—some reading, some making libellous copies of drawings that took their fancy in the illustrated papers, some playing games; others, too listless to play and too dull to find pleasure in the simplest books, filled up the time as well as they could by quarrelling and getting into various depths of hot water. ”