Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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he was a mere boy, but like so many of his school he seemed to have a
knowledge of the world beyond his years, and withal such a spontaneous spring of sweetness and charm as neither knowledge nor experience could sensibly pollute. And yet I had a shrewd suspicion that wild oats had been somewhat freely sown, and that it was Raffles who had stepped in and taken the sower in hand, and turned him into the stuff of which Blues are made. At least I knew that no one could be sounder friend or saner counsellor to any young fellow in need of either. And many there must be to bear me out in their hearts; but they did not know their Raffles as I knew mine; and if they say that was why they thought so much of him, let them have patience, and at last they shall hear something that need not make them think the less. "I couldn't let poor Teddy keep at Lord's," explained Raffles, "and me not there to egg him on! You see, Bunny, I taught him a thing or two in those little matches we played together last August. I take a fatherly interest in the child." "You must have done him a lot of good," I suggested, "in every way." Raffles looked up from his bill and asked me what I meant. I saw he was not pleased with my remark, but I was not going back on it. "Well, I should imagine you had straightened him out a bit, if you ask me." "I didn't ask you, Bunny, that's just the point!" said Raffles. And I watched him tip the waiter without the least _arriere-pensee_ on either side. |
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