The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver LiningSmedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
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The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining
Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
Christmas stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Families -- Fiction
Now, although as the law at present stands they do not exactly hang
refractory or disobedient schoolboys, yet there is a process analogous
thereunto, though milder in degree, termed flogging, to which such
juvenile offenders are occasionally subjected; and this process it was
which, as Hugh Colville sobbed forth his penitence and remorse on his
brother’s neck, loomed large in the distance, and hung over him, and
weighed upon him, and crushed him down into a very abject and desponding
condition indeed. It was not simply the pain (though that constituted a
large and uncomfortable item in his depression) that frightened him, but
the publicity, the exposure, the disgrace, were more than he could
bear to contemplate;--while Percy, cut to the heart by his brother’s
misconduct, yet sympathising with a bitter intensity in his dread of
the probable consequences, could only comfort him with feeble hopes of
commutation of punishment, which his reason belied.
Poor little Hugh! how deeply did he repent having yielded to the
temptation; how bitterly did he reproach himself for having deceived
Percy; what vows of amendment did he register, if only he should escape
that dreaded flogging; and how pale did he turn, and how sick at heart
with apprehension did he feel, when the bell rang for morning school,
and he knew that, before it broke up, his fate would be decided!
As the boys assembled in the great schoolroom, it was evident by their
eager, excited faces, and by a general amount of subdued whispering,
that the news of the _escapade_ of the previous night had transpired,
and all eyes were fixed on Norman, Stradwick, and Terry (Biggington
did not appear); even Hugh Colville came in for a degree of observation
which served still more to embarrass and distress him.
As the clock struck eight, the Doctor, followed by the other masters,
entered; and the cloud that hung upon his brow was-without the smallest
vestige of a silver lining, and appeared so awful and portentous as to
strike terror into the stoutest hearts The moment prayers were ended,
the head-master rose and said, in a clear, stern voice--
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