St. Winifred's; or, The World of SchoolFarrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
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St. Winifred's; or, The World of School
Farrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
"Never fear; when Charlie touches him with his spear, or sees him light
on the top of Niphates--one of which things will happen soon enough--
he'll not be slow to discover who he is. If not, I'll tell Walter, and
he shall be Charlie's Uriel."
"Touches him with his spear!--what spear?--top of Niphates!--Uriel!"
said Whalley, with ludicrous astonishment; "here, Power, you're just in
time to help me to put a strait-waistcoat on Flip. He says that when
Wilton lights on the top of Niphates, which he will do soon, young Evson
will discover that he's a scamp. What _does_ it all mean?"
"It only means that Flip and I have been reading the Paradise Lost,"
said Power, laughing, "and at present Flip's mind is a Miltonic
conglomerate." And he proceeded to explain to Whalley that Ithuriel was
one of the Cherubs who guarded Eden--
("Only that in this case Eden guards the cherub," observed Henderson,
parenthetically.)
"--and who, by touching Satan with his spear, made him bound up in his
original state, when he sat like a toad squat at the ear of Eve, and,
moreover, that Uriel had recognised Satan through his mask, when,
lighting on Niphates, his looks became `Alien from heaven, with passions
foul obscured.'"
"Seriously, though," said Henderson, "Uriel must be asleep, or he
wouldn't let his little brother get under Belial's wings."
In fact, Wilton was forced to keep on the mask much longer than he had
ever meant to do. He could find no joint in Charlie's armour. The boy
was so thoroughly manly, so simple-hearted, so trustful and innocent,
that Wilton could make nothing of him. If he tried to indoctrinate
Charlie into the state of morality among the Noelites, either Charlie
did not understand him, or else quite openly expressed his disapproval
and even indignation; and when finally Wilton quite tired out, did throw
off the mask, Charlie shook him away from him, turned with a sickening
sensation from the unbared features of vice, and unfeignedly loathed the
boy who had pretended to be his friend--loathed him all the more because
he had tried to like him, but now saw the snare which was being spread
in his sight.
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