"I don't know!" He almost smiled at me in the desolation of his surrender, which was indeed practically, by this time, so complete that I ought to have left it there. The prefect of studies was a priest but that was cruel and unfair. I seemed literally to be running a race with some confusion to which he was about to reduce me, but I felt that he had got in first when, before we had even entered the churchyard, he threw out-- "I want my own sort!" It literally made me bound forward. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself.
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