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Chapter 1
Therewasaroadoveraheathwithgrassatthesideandlittlebushes:andPeterParleyhadabroadhatlikeaprotestantministerandabigstickandhewaswalkingfastalongtheroadtoGreeceandRome.
Itwaseasywhathehadtodo.Allhehadtodowaswhenthedinnerwasoverandhecameoutinhisturntogoonwalkingbutnotouttothecorridorbutupthestaircaseontherightthatledtothecastle.Hehadnothingtodobutthat:toturntotherightandwalkfastupthestaircaseandinhalfaminutehewouldbeinthelowdarknarrowcorridorthatledthroughthecastletotherector’sroom.Andeveryfellowhadsaidthatitwasunfair,eventhefellowoutofsecondofgrammarwhohadsaidthataboutthesenateandtheRomanpeople.
Whatwouldhappen?
Heheardthefellowsofthehigherlinestandupatthetopoftherefectoryandheardtheirstepsastheycamedownthematting:PaddyRathandJimmyMageeandtheSpaniardandthePortugueseandthefifthwasbigCorriganwhowasgoingtobefloggedbyMrGleeson.Thatwaswhytheprefectofstudieshadcalledhimaschemerandpandiedhimfornothing:and,straininghisweakeyes,tiredwiththetears,hewatchedbigCorrigan’sbroadshouldersandbighangingblackheadpassinginthefile.ButhehaddonesomethingandbesidesMrGleesonwouldnotfloghimhard:andherememberedhowbigCorriganlookedinthebath.
