F. S. Brereton, King of Ranleigh: A School Story
“ As if he guessed there were Ranleigh boys in the car and didn't want to spot 'em," suggested Clive."Good Old B.! Just like him," cried Masters, regaining his composure, for the sudden information that Mr. Branson was in the neighbourhood and eyeing them had thrown him into a flutter."More impots," he had groaned inwardly. "More drills, and a whacking as a matter of course. Ranleigh's an awful place for a fellow to be sent to. Tyrants, the whole lot of 'em!""In any case, he's here, and means to watch the flying. A beastly nuisance," reflected Susanne. ”
