"It was more shabby than I thought was even in him.

But I don't know that the feeling about him is not one reason.

There has always been a rivalry and bitterness between us two, and if I were to get the upper hand now, by means not in the usual course, such as the fellows would think ill of, it would be worse than ever, and I should always feel guilty and ashamed to look at him." "Over-refining, Norman," muttered Dr.May.
"Besides, don't you remember, when his father died, how glad you and everyone were to get him a nomination, and it was said that if he gained a scholarship it would be such a relief to poor Mrs.Anderson?
Now he has this chance, it does seem hard to deprive her of it.

I should not like to know that I had done so." "Whew!" the doctor gave a considering whistle.
"You could not make it straight, papa, without explaining about the dealing with Ballhatchet, and that would be unfair to them all, even the old rogue himself; for I promised to say nothing about former practices, as long as he did not renew them." "Well! I don't want to compromise you, Norman.

You know your own ground best, but I don't like it at all.