[Elsa-user] To show their emptiness.

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Ered; then he met our glance with a shrug of his shoulders. "Yes." He
stared at the portrait of Sam, the Custos of the School, the familiar of
the Yard, of the Fourth Room Form, Sam, the provider of birches, Sam of
the port wine nose. "_We_ were at Harrow," said Ajax. "What house was
yours?" Wilkins hesitated; then he said slowly: "Tommy's." "We were at
Billy's." Wilkins abruptly changed the subject, and soon after he left
us. We rushed to the Harrow register. Yes, in Tommy's house, some seven
years before our time, there had been a certain Theodore Vane Wilkins.
Ajax, whose imagination runs riot, began to prattle about a Dinah, a
Delilah of a Dinah, who had wrecked our schoolfellow's life. And, during
the ensuing week, Dinah was continually in his mouth. Wilkins had moved
camp, and we saw nothing of him. What we heard, however, must be set
down. Silas Upham asked us to spend Sunday at his house. At dinner I sat
next pretty little Hetty, and at once she spoke of Wilkins. To my
annoyance, Ajax introduced the ridiculous Dinah, the perfidious creature
of his fancy. Ajax was in his salad days, but he ought to have known,
even then, that if you want to interest a maid in a man, tell her that
the man has suffered at the hands of another ma