From the Angle of Seventeen
From the Angle of Seventeen
By Eden Phillpotts
12 Sep, 2020
When the Doctor sent for me to his study, I hoped it was about the fireworks, because I was head boy that term, and, in a great position like that, there were advantages to make up for the anxiety. You bossed the fireworks on the fifth of November an
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When the Doctor sent for me to his study, I hoped it was about the fireworks, because I was head boy that term, and, in a great position like that, there were advantages to make up for the anxiety. You bossed the fireworks on the fifth of November and many other such-like things.
But the Doctor had nothing to say about fireworks. In fact, a critical moment had come in my fife: I was to leave.
"Sit down, Corkey," said the Doctor; and that in itself was a startler, because he never asked anybody to sit down except parents or guardians. Less