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William and the Outlaws sat on the back row of the School Hall, carelessly cracking nuts and surrepti­tiously scattering the shells under the bench on which they sat. Cramps, the school caretaker, hated the Outlaws with a deadly hatred because he knew that the nut-shells and ink-soaked blotting-paper bullets that made his life a perpetual burden to him could usually be traced to them. However, he was a morose, gloomy type of man in general who'd have been miserable without his grievances, and anyway he doesn't come into this story. The headmaster was on the platform and had been speaking quite a long time, but the Outlaws had not been listening to him. The Outlaws never listened to the headmaster when he was making a speech. His speeches were generally exhortations to lead a better life, and the Outlaws considered that this did not concern them because they'd often tried leading better lives and had found them even more fruitful of complications than their normal lives of evil-doing. So instead of listening they engaged in various quiet diversions among them­selves. William and Ginger had each brought a mouse which, in the intervals of eating nuts, they tried to put down each other's necks, and Henry and Douglas were dipping bits of paper into an inkpot and nicking them at each other with rulers. And so, despite the head­master's speech, the afternoon was passing quite pleasantly till a more forcible inflection than usual in
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