If you don't care for that, keep your cheek to yourself, and go and talk to somebody who's fond of rot.

I'm not." And the young bruiser, who had an uncommonly broad pair of shoulders, looked so threatening that Mr Ratman began to feel a little concerned.
"Ha, ha!" said he, "how well you do it! I always liked you, Tommy, my boy.

I'll let your tutor know what a credit you are to him." "I wish to goodness Armstrong was at home," growled Tom; "he'd make you sit up." This was just the information Mr Ratman had been anxious to get.

The prospect of encountering Mr Armstrong had interfered considerably with his pleasure in arranging this visit.

But if he was out of the way-- well, so much more the luck of Mr Ratman.