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James Crawley’s Pipe Is Put Out

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           Allthepartycriedoutwithlaughingatthisdescription;evenBriggsandLadyJane,whowassittingmuteduringtheinterviewbetweenMissCrawleyandhernephew:andBowls,withoutaword,quittedtheroom.

           Still,bywayofpunishinghereldernephew,MissCrawleypersistedinbeinggracioustotheyoungOxonian.Therewerenolimitstoherkindnessorhercomplimentswhentheyoncebegan.ShetoldPitthemightcometodinner,andinsistedthatJamesshouldaccompanyherinherdrive,andparadedhimsolemnlyupanddownthecliff,onthebackseatofthebarouche.Duringallthisexcursion,shecondescendedtosaycivilthingstohim:shequotedItalianandFrenchpoetrytothepoorbewilderedlad,andpersistedthathewasafinescholar,andwasperfectlysurehewouldgainagoldmedal,andbeaSeniorWrangler.

           "Haw,haw,"laughedJames,encouragedbythesecompliments;"SeniorWrangler,indeed;that’sattheothershop."

           "Whatistheothershop,mydearchild?"saidthelady.

           "SeniorWranglersatCambridge,notOxford,"saidthescholar,withaknowingair;andwouldprobablyhavebeenmoreconfidential,butthatsuddenlythereappearedonthecliffinatax-cart,drawnbyabang-uppony,dressedinwhiteflannelcoats,withmother-of-pearlbuttons,hisfriendstheTutburyPetandtheRottingdeanFibber,withthreeothergentlemenoftheiracquaintance,whoallsalutedpoorJamesthereinthecarriageashesate.

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