Vivian Grey

ntity of wretches looking as miserable as schoolboys who have left their pleasant homes generally do for some four-and-twenty hours. “How d’ye do, Grey? How d’ye do, Grey?” burst from a knot of un

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you, I am

t Poynings and Etherege

hat last half:” a

re alone, and told us not to disturb him. By Jove, the fellow is going in:

f, rolled on, and all the citizens of

live: Poynings was a first-rate fellow, and Etherege so deuced good-natured! I wonder whom Grey will crony w

laying fields with Mallett!” halloed a sawney who was

, whose flute is that? It i

him,” squeaked a little boy.

sneak!”

him o

m!” cried

ing to take the flu

ittle fellow. “Grey lends hi

t! The deuce he does! So Grey a

e party; and away each of them ran, to spread

by another mind, and that that mind was one versed in all the secrets of a school-boy’s life, and acquainted with all the workings of a school-boy’s mind: a species of knowledge which no pedagogue in the world ever yet attained. There was no difficulty in discovering whose was the power behind the throne. Vivian Grey was the perpetual companion of Mallett in his walks, and even in the school; he shunned also the converse of every one of the boys, and did not affect to conceal that his quarrel was universal. Superior power, exercised by a superior mind, was for a long ti

seized on Mallett, four rushed to Vivian Grey: but stop: he sprang upon his desk, and, placing his back against the wall, held a pistol at the foremost: “Not an inch nearer, Smith, or I fire. Let me not, however, baulk your vengeance on yonder hound: if I could suggest any refinements in torture, t