Wilton School; or, Harry Campbell's Revenge

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beginning to grow very frightened and nervous, for a new boy had been put into his class si

and Harry had tried in vain to comfort his mother, he got his books and set to work. And the

he called H

r now; I won't cry any m

one day he would be able to go to Oxford. It was well for her, poor thing, she had these little makeshi

o know that your after-life depends on yourself; and

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at Oxford, to help to pay your expenses. Because, you know, papa coul

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And taking him gently by the hand she led him upstairs to bed, sat by him till he was heavily asleep, his face all