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Frank E. Smedley Frank Fairlegh: Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil

No, I believe that detestable young Fairlegh is at the bottom of it: I observed him watching me with that calm, steadfast glance of his, that I hated him for from the first moment I saw him; I felt certain some mischief would arise from it.”
“Yes!” replied Spicer, “that was your fault too: why did you let the other bring him; every fool knows that lookers-on see most of the game.”
“I was afraid to say much against it, lest Oaklands should suspect anything,” rejoined Cumberland; “but I wish to Heaven I had now; I might have been sure no good would come from it—that boy is my evil genius.”
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Frank E. Smedley Frank Fairlegh: Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil

Life is, indeed, a fearful and wonderful thing—doubly fearful when we reflect, that every moment we expend for good or evil is a seed sown to blossom in eternity. As I thought on these things, something which Mr. Frampton had said, and which at the time I let pass without reflection, recurred to my mind. He had asked me whether I was certain that the words I heard Clara address to Wilford referred to me. Up to this moment I had felt perfectly sure they did; but after all, was it so certain? might they not equally well apply to Cumberland?
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Frank E. Smedley Frank Fairlegh: Scenes from the Life of a Private Pupil

It seems natural for a woman's feelings to find vent in weeping; and though all our sympathies are enlisted in her behalf, we deem it an April shower, which we hope to see ere long give place to the sunshine of a smile; but tears are foreign to the sterner nature of man, and any emotion powerful enough to call them forth indicates a depth and intensity of feeling which, like the sirocco of the desert, carries all before it in its resistless fury. Fanny must have been more than woman if she could have remained an unmoved spectator of Harry Oaklands' agitation.
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