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Chapter 1

           Thenatthedoorofthecastletherectorhadshakenhandswithhisfatherandmother,hissoutaneflutteringinthebreeze,andthecarhaddrivenoffwithhisfatherandmotheronit.Theyhadcriedtohimfromthecar,wavingtheirhands:

           Goodbye,Stephen,goodbye!

           Goodbye,Stephen,goodbye!

           Hewascaughtinthewhirlofascrimmageand,fearfuloftheflashingeyesandmuddyboots,bentdowntolookthroughthelegs.Thefellowswerestrugglingandgroaningandtheirlegswererubbingandkickingandstamping.ThenJackLawton’syellowbootsdodgedouttheballandalltheotherbootsandlegsranafter.Heranafterthemalittlewayandthenstopped.Itwasuselesstorunon.Soontheywouldbegoinghomefortheholidays.Aftersupperinthestudyhallhewouldchangethenumberpastedupinsidehisdeskfromseventy-seventoseventy-six.

           Itwouldbebettertobeinthestudyhallthanoutthereinthecold.Theskywaspaleandcoldbuttherewerelightsinthecastle.HewonderedfromwhichwindowHamiltonRowanhadthrownhishatontheha-haandhadtherebeenflowerbedsatthattimeunderthewindows.Onedaywhenhehadbeencalledtothecastlethebutlerhadshownhimthemarksofthesoldiers’slugsinthewoodofthedoorandhadgivenhimapieceofshortbreadthatthecommunityate.Itwasniceandwarmtoseethelightsinthecastle.Itwaslikesomethinginabook.PerhapsLeicesterAbbeywaslikethat.

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