He would try to extricate Hermione on his own while Ron was dealing with the raining officeWhen the doors opened, he stepped out into a torch-lit stone passageway quite different from the wood-paneled and carpeted corridors aboveAs the left rattled away again, Harry shivered slightly, looking toward the distant black door that marked the entrance to the Department of Mysteries
He set off, his destination not the black door, but the doorway he remembered on the left hand side, which opened onto the flight of stairs down to the court chambersHis mind grappled with possibilities as he crept down them: He still had a couple of Decoy Detonators, but perhaps it would be better to simply knock on the courtroom door, enter
as Runcorn, and ask for a quick word with Mafalda? Of course, he did not know whether Runcorn was sufficiently important to get away with this, and even if he managed it, Hermione's non-reappearance might trigger a search before they were clear of the Ministry\a133
Lost in thought, he did not immediately register the unnatural chill that was creeping over him, as if he were descending into motorcycle balenciaga fogIt was becoming colder and colder with every step he took; a cold that reached right down his throat and tore at his lungsAnd then he felt that stealing sense of despair, or hopelessness, filling him, expanding inside him\a133
\iDementors\i, he thought
And as he reached the foot of the stairs and turned to his right he saw a dreadful sceneThe dark passage outside the courtrooms was packed with tall, black-hooded figures, their faces completely hidden, their ragged breathing the only sound in the placeThe petrified Muggle-borns brought in for questioning sat huddled and shivering on hard wooden benchesMost of them were hiding their faces in their hands, perhaps in an instinctive attempt to shield themselves from the dementors' greedy mouthsSome were accompanied by families, others sat aloneThe dementors were gliding up and down in front of them, and the cold, and the hopelessness, and the despair of the place laid themselves upon Harry like a curse\a133
\iFight it\i, he told himself, but he knew that he could not conjure a Patronus here without revealing himself instantlySo he moved forward as silently as 2.55 chanel jumbo he could, and with every step he took numbness seemed to steal over his brain, but he forced himself to think of Hermione and of Ron, who needed him
Moving through the towering black figures was terrifying: The eyeless faces hidden beneath their hoods turned as he passed, and he felt sure that they sensed him, sensed, perhaps, a human presence that still had some hope, some resilience\a133
And then, abruptly and shockingly amid the frozen silence, one of the dungeon doors on the left of the corridor was flung open and screams echoed out of it
"No, no, I'm half-blood, I'm half-blood, I tell you! My father was a wizard, he \iwas\i, look him up, Arkie Alderton, he's a well known broomstick designer, look him up, I tell you - get your hands off me, get your hands off -"
"This is your final warning," said Umbridge's soft voice, magically magnified so that it sounded clearly over the man's desperate screams"If you struggle, you will be subjected to the Dementor's Kiss
The man's screams subsided, but dry sobs echoed through the corridor
"Take him away," said Umbridge
Two dementors appeared in the doorway of chanel quilted replica the courtroom, their rotting, scabbed hands clutching the upper arms of a wizard who appeared to be faintingThey glided away down the corridor with him, and the darkness they trailed behind them swallowed him from sight
"Next - Mary Cattermole," called Umbridge
A small woman stood up; she was trembling from head to footHer dark hair was smoothed back into a bun and she wore long plain robesHer face was completely bloodlessAs she passed the dementors, Harry saw her shudder
"Spare us," spat Yaxley"The brats of Mudbloods do not stir our sympathiesCattermole's sobs masked Harry's footsteps as he made his way carefully toward the steps that led up to the raised platformThe moment he had passed the place where the Patronus cat patrolled, he felt the change in temperature: It was warm and comfortable hereThe Patronus, he was sure, was Umbridge's, and it glowed brightly because she was so happy here, in her element, upholding the twisted laws she had helped to writeSlowly and very carefully he edged his way along the platform behind Umbridge, Yaxley, and Hermione, taking a seat behind the latterHe was worried cartier must 21 about making Hermione jumpHe thought of casting the \iMuffliato\i charm upon Umbridge and Yaxley, but even murmuring the word might cause Hermione alarmThen Umbridge raised her voice to address MrsCattermole, and Harry seized his chance
"I'm behind you," he whispered into Hermione's ear
As he had expected, she jumped so violently she nearly overturned the bottle of ink with which she was supposed to be recording the interview, but both Umbridge and Yaxley were concentrating upon MrsCattermole, and this went unnoticed
"A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry today, MrsCattermole," Umbridge was saying"Eight-and-three-quarter inches, cherry, unicorn-hair coreDo you recognize the description?"
MrsCattermole nodded, mopping her eyes on her sleeve
"Could you please tell us from which witch or wizard you took that wand?"
He did it instinctively, without any sort of plan, because he hated the sight of her walking alone into the dungeon: As the door began to swing closed, he slipped into the courtroom behind her
It was not the same room in which he had once been interrogated for improper use of louis vuitton taschen ma

He got to his feet and pulled his traveling cloak back around himself
"Good-bye, good-bye \a150\a150 I'll try and bring some pictures in a few day's time \a150\a150 they'll all be so glad to know that I've seen you \a150\a150"
He fastened his cloak and made his farewells, hugging the women and grasping hands with the men, then, still beaming, returned into the wild night
"Godfather, Harry!" said Bill as they walked into the kitchen together, helping clear the table"A real honor! Congratulations!"
As Harry set down the empty goblets he was carrying, Bill pulled the door behind him closed, shutting out the still-voluble voices of the others, who were continuing to celebrate even in Lupin's absence
"I wanted a private word, actually, HarryIt hasn't been easy to get an opportunity with the cottage this full of people
"Harry, you're planning something with Griphook
It was a statement, not a question, and Harry did not bother to deny itHe merely looked at chanel earrings stud Bill, waiting
"I know goblins," said Bill"I've worked for Gringotts ever since I left HogwartsAs far as there can be friendship between wizards and goblins, I have goblin friends \a150\a150 or, at least, goblins I know well, and like Again, Bill hesitated
"Harry, what do you want from Griphook, and what have you promised him in return?"
"I can't tell you that," said Harry
The kitchen door opened behind them; Fleur was trying to bring through more empty goblets
"Wait," Bill told her, "Just a moment
She backed out and he closed the door again
"Then I have to say this," Bill went on"If you have struck any kind of bargain with Griphook, and most particularly if that bargain involves treasure, you must be exceptionally carefulGoblin notions of ownership, payment, and repayment are not the same as human ones
Harry felt a slight squirm of discomfort, as though a small snake had stirred inside him
"What do you mean?" he asked
"We are talking about a different replica cartier tank breed of being," said Bill"Dealings between wizards and goblins have been fraught for centuries \a150\a150 but you'll know all that from History of MagicThere has been fault on both sides, I would never claim that wizards have been innocentHowever, there is a belief among some goblins, and those at Gringotts are perhaps most prone to it, that wizards cannot be trusted in matters of gold and treasure, that they have no respect for goblin ownership
"I respect \a150\a150" Harry began, but Bill shook his head
"You don't understand, Harry, nobody could understand unless they have lived with goblinsTo a goblin, the rightful and true master of any object is the maker, not the purchaserAll goblin made objects are, in goblin eyes, rightfully theirs
"But it was bought \a150\a150"
"\a150\a150 then they would consider it rented by the one who had paid the moneyThey have, however, great difficulty with the idea of goblin-made objects passing from wizard to wizardYou saw fendi b Griphook's face when the tiara passed under his eyesI believe he thinks, as do the fiercest of his kind, that it ought to have been returned to the goblins once the original purchaser diedThey consider our habit of keeping goblin-made objects, passing them from wizard to wizard without further payment, little more than theft
Harry had an ominous feeling now; he wondered whether Bill guessed more than he was letting on
"All I am saying," said Bill, setting his hand on the door back into the sitting room, "is to be very careful what you promise goblins, HarryIt would be less dangerous to break into Gringotts than to renege on a promise to a goblin
"Right," said Harry as Bill opened the door, "yeahI'll bear that in mind
As he followed Bill back to the others a wry thought came to him, born no doubt of the wine he had drunkHe seemed set on ______ to become just as reckless a godfather to Teddy Lupin as Sirius Black had been to him

\p\C0="Chapter black quilted bag Twenty-Six: Gringotts"
\bChapter Twenty-Six
\iGringotts\i\b
Their plans were made, their preparations complete; in the smallest bedroom a single long, coarse black hair (plucked from the sweater Hermione had been wearing at Malfoy Manor) lay curled in a small glass phial on the mantelpiece
"And you'll be using her actual wand," said Harry, nodding toward the walnut wand, "so I reckon you'll be pretty convincing
Hermione looked frightened that the wand might sting or bit her as she picked it up
"I hate that thing," she said in a low voiceIt feels all wrong, it doesn't work properly for me It's like a bit of her
Harry could not help but remember how Hermione has dismissed his loathing of the blackthorn wand, insisting that he was imagining things when it did not work as well as his own, telling him to simply practiceHe chose not to repeat her own advice back to her, however, the eve of their attempted assault on Gringotts felt like the wrong moment to antagonize second hand chanel he

Grandval made him the hero of an epic--`Le Vice Puni' Even the theatre
was dominated by his presence; and while Arlequin- Cartouche was
greeted with thunders of applause at the Italiens, the more serious
Franais set Cartouche upon the stage in three acts, and lavished upon
its theme the resources of a then intelligent artLe Grand, author of
the piece, deigned to call upon the king of thieves, spoke some words of
argot with him, and by way of conscience money gave him a hundred
crowns
Cartouche set little store by such patronage He pocketed the crowns,
and then put an end to the comedy by threatening that if it were played
again the companions of Cartouche would punish all such miscreants as
dared to make him a laughing stock For Cartouche would endure
ridicule at no man's hand At the very instant of his arrest, all bare-footed
as he was, he kicked a constable who presumed to smile at his
discomfiture His last days were spent in resolute abandonment True,
he once attempted to beat out his brains with the fetters that bound him;
true, also, he took a poison that had been secretly conveyed within the
prison But both attempts failed, and, more scrupulously watched, he had
no other course than jollity Lawyers and priests he visited with a like
and bitter scorn, and when, on November 27, 1721, he was led to the
scaffold, not a word of confession or contrition had been dragged from
him
prada clutch To the last moment he cherished the hope of rescue, and eagerly he
scanned the crowd for the faces of his comrades But the gang, trusting
to its leader's nobility, had broken its oath With contemptuous dignity
Cartouche determined upon revenge: proudly he turned to the priest,
begging a respite and the opportunity of speech Forgotten by his friends,
he resolved to spare no single soul: he betrayed even his mistresses to
justice
Of his gang, forty were in the service of Mllede Montpensier, who

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was already in Spain; while two obeyed the Duchesse de Ventadour as
valets-de-pied His confession, in brief, was so dangerous a document, it
betrayed the friends and servants of so many great houses, that the officers
of the Law found safety for their patrons in its destruction, and not a line
of the hero's testimony remains The trial of his comrades dragged on for
many a year, and after Cartouche had been cruelly broken on the wheel,
not a few of the gang, of which he had been at once the terror and
inspiration, suffered a like fate Such the career and such the fitting end
of the most distinguished marauder the world has known Thackeray,
with no better guide than a chap-book, was minded to belittle him, now
habiting him like a scullion, now sending him forth on some petty errand
of cly-faking But for all Thackeray's contempt his fame is chanel logo earrings still
undimmed, and he has left the reputation of one who, as thief unrivalled,
had scarce his equal as wit and dandy even in the days when Louis the
Magnificent was still a memory and an example
III A PARALLEL (SHEPPARD AND CARTOUCHE)

A PARALLEL (SHEPPARD AND CARTOUCHE)
IF the seventeenth century was the golden age of the hightobyman, it
was at the advent of the eighteenth that the burglar and street-robber plied
their trade with the most distinguished success, and it was the good
fortune of both Cartouche and Sheppard to be born in the nick of time
Rivals in talent, they were also near contemporaries, and the Scourge of
Paris may well have been famous in the purlieus of Clare Market before
Jack the Slip-String paid the last penalty of his crimes As each of these
great men harboured a similar ambition, so their careers are closely
parallel Born in a humble rank of life, Jack, like Cartouche, was the
architect of his own fortune; Jack, like Cartouche, lived to be flattered by
noble dames and to claim the solicitude of his Sovereign; and each owed
his pre-eminence rather to natural genius than to a sympathetic training
But, for all the Briton's artistry, the Frenchman was in all points save
one the superior Sheppard's brain carried him not beyond the wants of
to-day and the extortions of Poll Maggot

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Who knows but he ladies omega watches might have been a respectable citizen, with never a
chance for the display of his peculiar talent, had not hunger and his
mistress's greed driven him upon the pad? History records no brilliant
robbery of his own planning, and so circumscribed was his imagination
that he must needs pick out his own friends and benefactors for
depredation His paltry sense of discipline permitted him to be betrayed
even by his brother and pupil, and there was no cracksman of his time
over whose head he held the rod of terror Even his hatred of Jonathan
Wild was the result not of policy but of prejudice Cartouche, on the
other hand, was always perfect when at work The master of himself, he
was also the master of his fellows There was no detail of civil war that
he had not made his own, and he still remains, after nearly two centuries,
the greatest captain the world has seen Never did he permit an
enterprise to fail by accident; never was he impelled by hunger or
improvidence to fight a battle unprepared His means were always neatly
fitted to their end, as is proved by the truth that, throughout his career, he
was arrested but once, and then not by his own inadvertence but by the
treachery of others
Yet from the moment of arrest Jack Sheppard asserted his magnificent
superiority If Cartouche was a sorry bungler at prison-breaking,
Sheppard was unmatched in this dangerous art The sport of the one was
to break in, of the other to break out True, the Briton proved cheap chanel purses his
inferiority by too frequently placing himself under lock and key; but you
will forgive his every weakness for the unexampled skill wherewith he
extricated himself from the stubbornest dungeon Cartouche would
scarce have given Sheppard a menial's office in his gang How cordially
Sheppard would have despised Cartouche's solitary experiment in escape!
To be foiled by a dog and a boxmaker's daughter! Would not that have
seemed contemptible to the master breaker of those unnumbered doors and
walls which separate the Castle from the freedom of Newgate roof?
Such, then, is the contrast between the heroes Sheppard claims our
admiration for one masterpiece Cartouche has a sheaf of works, which
shall carry him triumphantly to the remotest future
And when you forget a while professional rivalry, and consider the

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delicacies of leisure, you will find the Frenchman's greatness still
indisputable At all points he was the prettier gentleman Sheppard, to
be sure, had a sense of finery, but he was so unused to grandeur that
vulgarity always spoiled his effects When he hied him from the
pawnshop, laden with booty, he must e'en cram what he could not wear
into his pockets; and doubtless his vulgar lack of reticence made detection
easier Cartouche, on the other hand, had an unfailing sense of
proportion, and was never more dressed than became the perfect dandy
He was elegant, he was polished, he was vintage chanel jewelry joy

"Please forgive my rudeness, and come and dance with me
"I'm afraid it will be to disagreeable to you," said Meg, trying to look offended and failing entirely
"Not a bit of it, I'm dying to do itI don't like your gown, but I do think you are just splendid And he waved his hands, as if words failed to express his admirationMeg smiled and relented, and whispered as they stood waiting to catch the time, "Take care my skirt doesn't trip you upIt's the plague of my life and I was a goose to wear it
"Pin it round your neck, and then it will be useful," said Laurie, looking down at the little blue boots, which he evidently approved ofAway they went fleetly and gracefully, for having practiced at home, they were well matched, and the blithe young couple were a pleasant sight to see, as they twirled merrily round and round, feeling more friendly than ever after their small tiff
"Laurie, I want you to do me a favor, will you?' said Meg, as he stood fanning her when her breath gave out, which it did very soon though she would not own gucci purses why
"Won't I!" said Laurie, with alacrity
"Please don't tell them at home about my dress tonight
They won't understand the joke, and it will worry Mother'
"Then why did you do it?" said Laurie's eyes, so plainly that Meg hastily added
"I shall tell them myself all about it, and `fess' to Mother how silly I've beenBut I'd rather do it myselfSo you'll not tell, will you?"
"I give you my word I won't, only what shall I say when they ask me?"
"Just say I looked pretty well and was having a good time
"I'll say the first with all my heart, but how about the other? You don't look as if you were having a good timeAre you?' And Laurie looked at her with an expression which made her answer in a whisperDon't think I'm horridI only wanted a little fun, but this sort doesn't pay, I find, and I'm getting tired of it
"Here comes Ned MoffatWhat does he want?" said Laurie, knitting his black brows as if he did not regard his young host in the light of a pleasant addition to the party
"He put his name down for three dances, and I suppose he's coming for new omega watches themWhat a bore!" said Meg, assuming a languid air which amused Laurie immensely
He did not speak to her again till suppertime, when he saw her drinking champagne with Ned and his friend Fisher, who were behaving `like a pair of fools', as Laurie said to himself, for he felt a brotherly sort of right to watch over the Marches and fight their battles whenever a defender was needed
"You'll have a splitting headache tomorrow, if you drink much of thatI wouldn't, Meg, your mother doesn't like it, you know," he whispered, leaning over her chair, as Ned turned to refill her glass and Fisher stooped to pick up her fan
"I'm not Meg tonight, I'm `a doll' who does all sorts of crazy thingsTomorrow I shall put away my `fuss and feathers' and be desperately good again," se answered with an affected little laugh
"Wish tomorrow was here, then," muttered Laurie, walking off, ill-pleased at the change he saw in her
Meg danced and flirted, chattered and giggled, as the other girls didAfter supper she undertook the German, and blundered through it, nearly omega 18k watch upsetting her partner with her long skirt, and romping in a way that scandalized Laurie, who looked on and meditated a lectureBut he got no chance to deliver it, for Meg kept away from him till he came to say good night
"Remember!" she said, trying to smile, for the splitting headache had already begun
"Silence a` la mort," replied Laurie, with a melodramatic flourish, as he went away
This little bit of byplay excited Annie's curiosity, but Meg was too tired for gossip and went to bed, feeling as if she had been to a masquerade and hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she expectedShe was sick all the next day, and on Saturday went home, quite used up with her fortnight's fun and feeling that she had `sat in the lap of luxury' long enough
"It does seem pleasant to be quiet, and not have company manners on all the timeHome is a nice place, though it isn't splendid," said Meg, looking about her with a restful expression, as she sat with her mother and Jo on the Sunday evening
"I'm glad to hear you say so, dear, for I was afraid home would seem chanel purses and handbags dull and poor to you after your fine quarters," replied her mother, who had given her many anxious looks that dayFor motherly eyes are quick to see any change in children's faces
Meg had told her adventures gayly and said over and over what a charming time she had had, but something still seemed to weigh upon her spirits, and when the younger girls were gone to bed, she sat thoughtfully staring at the fire, saying little and looking worriedAs the clock struck nine and Jo proposed bed, Meg suddenly left her chair and, taking Beth's stool, leaned her elbows on her mother's knee, saying bravely
"Marmee, I want to `fess'What is it, dear?"
"Shall I go away?" asked Jo discreetlyDon't I always tell you everything? I was ashamed to speak of it before the younger children, but I want you to know all the dreadful things I did at the Moffats'
"We are prepared," said MrsMarch, smiling but looking a little anxious
"I told you they dressed me up, but I didn't tell you that they powdered and squeezed and frizzled, and made me look like a fashion women rolex watches plate

Don't be angry, and oh, don't tell him I said anything! It was only to show that I cared how you get on, and what is said here is said in confidence, you know," cried Meg, much alarmed at the thought of what might follow from her careless speech
"I don't tell tales," replied Laurie, with his `high and mighty' air, as Jo called a certain expression which he occasionally wore"Only if Brooke is going to be a thermometer, I must mind and have fair weather for him to report
"Please don't be offendedI didn't meant to preach or tell tales or be sillyI only thought Jo was encouraging you in a feeling which you'd be sorry for by-and-byYou are so kind to us, we feel as if you were our brother and say just what we thinkForgive me, I meant it kindly And Meg offered her hand with a gesture both affectionate and timid
Ashamed of his momentary pique, Laurie squeezed the kind little hand, and said frankly, "I'm the one to be forgivenI'm cross and have been out of sorts all dayI like to have you tell me my faults and be sisterly, so don't mind if I am grumpy sometimesI thank you all the same
Bent on showing that he was not offended, he made himself as agreeable as possible, wound cotton for Meg, recited poetry to please Jo, shook down cones for Beth, and helped Amy with her ferns, proving himself a authentic hermes fit person to belong to the `Busy Bee Society'In the midst of an animated discussion on the domestic habits of turtles (one of those amiable creatures having strolled up from the river), the faint sound of a bell warned them that Hannah had put the tea `to draw', and they would just have time to get home to supper
"May I come again?" asked Laurie
"Yes, if your are good, and love your book, as the boys in the primer are told to do," said Meg, smiling
"Then you may come, and I'll teach you to knit as the Scotchmen doThere's a demand for socks just now," added Jo, waving hers like a big blue worsted banner as they parted at the gate
That night, when Beth played to MrLaurence in the twilight, Laurie, standing in the shadow of the curtain, listened to the little David, whose simple music always quieted his moody spirit, and watched the old man, who sat with his gray head on his hand, thinking tender thoughts of the dead child he had loved so muchRemembering the conversation of the afternoon, the boy said to himself, with the resolve to make the sacrifice cheerfully, "I'll let my castle go, and stay with the dear old gentleman while he needs me, for I am all he has
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jo was very busy in the garret, for the October days began to grow chilly, and the afternoons were shortFor chanel jewelry two or three hours the sun lay warmly in the high window, showing Jo seated on the old sofa, writing busily, with her papers spread out upon a trunk before her, while Scrabble, the pet rat, promenaded the beams overhead, accompanied by his oldest son, a fine young fellow, who was evidently very proud of his whiskersQuite absorbed in her work, Jo scribbled away till the last page was filled, when she signed her name with a flourish and threw down her pen, exclaiming
"There, I've done my best! If this won't suit I shall have to wait till I can do better
Lying back on the sofa, she read the manuscript carefully through, making dashes here and there, and putting in many exclamation points, which looked like little balloonsThen she tied it up with a smart red ribbon, and sat a minute looking at it with a sober, wistful expression, which plainly showed how ernest her work had beenJo's desk up here was an old tin kitchen which hung against the wallIt it she kept her papers, and a few books, safely shut away from Scrabble, who, being likewise of a literary turn, was fond of making a circulating library of such books as were left in his way by eating the leavesFrom this tin receptacle Jo produced another manuscript, and putting both in her pocket, crept quietly downstairs, leaving her friends to gucci silver bag nibble on her pens and taste her ink
She put on her hat and jacket as noiselessly as possible, and going to the back entry window, got out upon the roof of a low porch, swung herself down to the grassy bank, and took a roundabout way to the roadOnce there, she composed herself, hailed a passing omnibus, and rolled away to town, looking very merry and mysterious
If anyone had been watching her, he would have thought her movements decidedly peculiar, for on alighting, she went off at a great pace till she reached a certain number in a certain busy streetHaving found the place with some difficulty, she went into the doorway, looked up the dirty stairs, and after standing stock still a minute, suddenly dived into the street and walked away as rapidly as she cameThis maneuver she repeated several times, to the great amusement of a black-eyed young gentleman lounging in the window of a building oppositeOn returning for the third time, Jo gave herself a shake, pulled her hat over her eyes, and walked up the stairs, looking as if she were going to have all her teeth out
There was a dentist's sign, among others, which adorned the entrance, and after staring a moment at the pair of artificial jaws which slowly opened and shut to draw attention to a fine set of teeth, the young gentleman put on louis vuitton jewelry his coat, took his hat, and went down to post himself in the opposite doorway, saying with a smile and a shiver, "It's like her to come alone, but if she has a bad time she'll need someone to help her home
In ten minutes Jo came running downstairs with a very red face and the general appearance of a person who had just passed through a trying ordeal of some sortWhen she saw the young gentleman she looked anything but pleased, and passed him with a nodBut he followed, asking with an air of sympathy, "Did you have a bad time?"
"Not very
"You got through quickly
"Yes, thank goodness!"
"Why did you go alone?"
"Didn't want anyone to know
"You're the oddest fellow I ever sawHow many did you have out?"
Jo looked at her friend as if she did not understand him, then began to laugh as if mightily amused at something
"There are two which I want to have come out, but I must wait a week
"What are you laughing at? You are up to some mischief, Jo," said Laurie, looking mystifiedWhat were you doing, sir, up in that billiard saloon?"
"Begging your pardon, ma'am, it wasn't a billiard saloon, but a gymnasium, and I was taking a lesson in fencing
"I'm glad of that
"why?"
"You can teach me, and then when we play HAMLET, you can be Laertes, and we'll make a fine thing of the fencing dior rasta scene