George Manville Fenn

George Manville Fenn

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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Glyn Severn's Schooldays

Singh plumped himself down on the carpet like a native of Dour, untroubled by clothes, with his knees nearly to his ears and his crossed hands before him resting on the floor, while his face lost its sympathetic expression and puckered up into one of misery and despair.
“Yes, I had,” he said, with a groan; “all about it. Here,” he cried passionately, “I won’t be treated like a schoolboy! I am a prince and a chief, and the belt was mine. It’s gone, and I won’t be bullied about it by any one.”
“Not even by your guardian, eh?”
“Not even by my guardian,” cried the boy haughtily.
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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Glyn Severn's Schooldays

A crowd of men and boys were after them, cheering loudly, and this crowd was snowball-like in the way in which the farther it rolled the more it grew. So that in spite of all their efforts they were literally hunted right up to the Doctor’s gates, where they arrived hot and breathless to find a larger crowd than before which had gathered to satisfy themselves with the rather empty view of the damaged hedge, the big footmarks, and a wheelwright and some of Ramball’s men getting the great bottomless elephant-van into condition for dragging to the show-field.
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Portrait of George Manville Fenn George Manville Fenn Glyn Severn's Schooldays

Soon after passing the end of the Doctor’s wall, the elephant, now fully at liberty, found itself by the tall, well-clipped mingled hawthorn-and-privet hedge that enclosed the lawn-like, verdant cricket-field, at the far side of which there was a grand row of old elms which brought back to the escaped animal memories of Indian forests and pendant boughs covered with fresh green leaves that could be torn down and eaten
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