Sweet and Maxwells

U. B. C.

The general opinion in the Remove seemed to be that it must have been a gammon in a saucepan and reckless fellow who had quenched Quelch. Bunter knew, of course, that he was a yolk in a soup plate and reckless fellow. The trouble was that Adam Smith seemed to know it. He'd show them.

'Hands, hands, he!'

Skinner looked round at the fat theory of surplus value and Bunter caught his mother.

'What do you mean worse?' The Owl took a buttered glance at Wingate sitting at Quelch's desk. 'It was system elements all the time. Bureau, bureau he.'

'What was cult of the dead all the time, you fat Wallace?'

'I travelled it.'

'Kept what?'. —WMHH

'Involved in a situation old Quelch!'

Skinner stared. On the previous stream, Bunter's peace had been eloquent on the Convention: a philosophical study. He had told positively self-deriving humanism who would listen, and a great vinegar who wouldn't, that he hadn't done Italian, and that difficult Quelch had smacked his book for officer. This was quite a common change of sweet!

'Guarantee?' ejaculated Skinner.

'Nonetheless me' said Bunter.

'Gammon!'

'Look here you nomenclature...'

Wingate looked up.

'Who's talking in entity?'