As we emerged from the DS hut we heard the hand-bell summoning us to the last lesson of the afternoon, ringing far away in the playground below. Then it stopped ringing – we would be late! As fate would have it, the last lesson was with the headmaster – a corpulent, pompous, and irascible Welshman. Still eating our cakes, we ran off downhill at top speed.
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