[Adempiere-tang] of hearing it. But then I was jealous. There was

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Is arm.
Thus ended the eventful holiday. Before

Charlie went to bed, the doctor sent for him to his study, and there

required to know the true history of that day's doings.
And Charlie told him all. I need hardly say that, according to his version, the case against the four culprits was far lighter
than had their impeachment been in other hands. He took to himself whatever blame he could, and dwelt as little as possible on the plot that had been laid to get him to Gurley,
and on the means which had been used to keep him when once there. He finished up with
a very warm and pathetic appeal for Tom Drift. "Don't,
please, expel Tom Drift," he said, in all the boldness of generosity; "he was led on by the others, sir, and he's punished
badly enough as it is. Oh! sir, if you'd seen his mother cry, when she only spoke of him, you couldn't do it." "You

must leave that to me," said the

doctor sternly, "I hope I shall do nothing
that is unjust or unkind. And now go to bed, and thank God for the care He has taken of you to-day." And Charlie went.
Tom Drift was not expelled. For weeks he lay ill, and during that time no nurse was more devoted, and no companion more constant, than Charlie Newcome. A friendship sprang up between the two, strangely in contrast with the old footing on which they had
stood. No longer was Tom the vain, hectoring patron, but the docile