Should blow him from us. Then the blow came on:—
A gust of scolding struck him, and he went,—
Obey’d the call that had been mouthed for him,—
An inn-clerk’s, as I think,—and bow’d content
To sink from view like Paul, one gloomy night,
From out the window of his room; while we,
Much giggling, flung his luggage after him.
III.
My friend, thus widow’d, caused that our school’s head,