might be possible. “Does every gentleman learn Greek? Will Mr. Stelling make me begin with it, do you think?”
“No, I should think not, very likely not,” said Philip. “But you may read those stories without knowing Greek. I’ve got them in English.”
“Oh, but I don’t like reading; I’d sooner have you tell them me. But only the fighting ones, you know. My sister Maggie is always wanting to tell me stories, but they’re stupid things. Girls’ stories always are. Can you tell a good many fighting stories?”
“Oh yes,” said Philip; “lots of them, besides the Greek stories. I can tell you about AC Milan Femme Richard Coeur-de-Lion and Finsko Dresy Saladin, and about William Wallace and Robert Bruce and James Douglas Alex Ovechkin Tröja — I know no end.”
“You’re older than I am, aren’t you?” said Tom.
“Why, how old are you? I’m fifteen.”
“I’m only going in fourteen,” said Tom. “But I thrashed all the fellows at Jacob’s — that’s where I was before I came here. And I beat ’em all at Michael Jordan Tröjor bandy and climbing. And I wish Mr. Stelling would let us go fishing. I could show you how to fish. You could fish, couldn’t you? It’s only standing, and Godoy Cruz Antonio Tomba Dresy sitting still, you know.”
Tom, in his turn, wished to make the balance dip in his favor. This hunchback must not suppose that his acquaintance with fighting stories put him on a par with an actual fighting hero, like Tom Tulliver. Philip winced under this allusion to his unfitness for active sports, and he answered almost peevishly —
“I can’t bear fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching a line hour after hour, or else throwing Galatasary Dresy and throwing, and catching nothing.”
“Ah, but you wouldn’t say they looked like fools when they landed a big pike, I can tell you,” said Tom, who had never caught anything that was “big” in his life, but whose imagination was on the stretch with indignant zeal for the honor of sport. Wakem’s son, it was plain, had his disagreeable points, and must be kept in due check. Happily for Bayern Munich Dresy the harmony of this first interview, they were now called to dinner, and Philip was not allowed to develop farther his unsound Maillot Colo Colo views on the subject of fishing. But Tom said to himself, that was just what he Mężczyźni Barbour Waxed Kurtka should have expected from a hunchback.
Chapter IV: “The Young Idea”
The alterations of feeling in that first dialogue between Tom and Philip continued to make their intercourse even after many weeks of schoolboy intimacy. Tom never quite lost the feeling SSC Napoli Fotbalové Dres that Philip, being the son of a “rascal,” was his natural enemy; never thoroughly overcame his repulsion to Philip’s deformity. He was a boy who adhered tenaciously to impressions once received; as with all minds in which mere perception predominates over thought and emotion, the external remained to him rigidly what it was in the first Paul Martin Tröjor instance. But then it was impossible not to like Philip’s company when he was in a good humor; he could help one so well in one’s Latin exercises, which Tom regarded Rumunsko Dresy as a kind of puzzle that could only be found out links:
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