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Sampson was a large, light-hearted dog with a white coat, an engaging expression,
the tongue of an ant-eater, and a manner which was a happy blend of hurricane and
circular saw. He had long legs, a tenor voice, and was apparently made of india-rubber.

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There was, as a matter of fact, nothing much wrong with Stone and Robinson.
They were just ordinary raggers of the type found at every public school,
small and large. They were absolutely free from brain. They had a certain
amount of muscle, and a vast store of animal spirits.

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Mike, when masters waxed sarcastic towards him, always assumed
an air of stolid stupidity, which was a suit of mail against satire.

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He was off like an arrow - a flying figure of Guilt.

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And from the darkened house beyond there came a gradually swelling hum,
as if a vast hive of bees had been disturbed. The school was awake.

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