St Winifred's Or The World Of School is a novel written by Frederic W. Farrar. The book is set in a fictional boarding school named St. Winifred's, which is located in England. The story revolves around the lives of the students and teachers of the school. The novel explores the various aspects of school life, including academics, sports, friendships, and rivalries. The main character of the novel is Eric, a new student who joins the school in the beginning. The story follows Eric's journey as he navigates through the ...
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St Winifred's Or The World Of School is a novel written by Frederic W. Farrar. The book is set in a fictional boarding school named St. Winifred's, which is located in England. The story revolves around the lives of the students and teachers of the school. The novel explores the various aspects of school life, including academics, sports, friendships, and rivalries. The main character of the novel is Eric, a new student who joins the school in the beginning. The story follows Eric's journey as he navigates through the challenges of school life and makes new friends. The novel also features other prominent characters such as the headmaster, Mr. Rose, and the school captain, Frank. The book is divided into several chapters, each focusing on a different aspect of school life. The chapters cover topics such as classroom lessons, sports matches, school trips, and social events. The novel also touches upon issues such as bullying, discipline, and morality. St Winifred's Or The World Of School is a classic novel that provides a vivid portrayal of life in a boarding school during the late 19th century. The book is a must-read for anyone interested in the history of education and the development of boarding schools in England.""Well then, after that I was nearly caught. I think, Walter, that even you would be a coward if you had such long long frights. You know that to get to Dan's, after the gates are locked, the only way is to go over the railing, and through Dr Lane's garden, and I'm always frightened to death lest his great dog should be loose, and should catch hold of me. He did growl last night. And then as I was hurrying back--you know it was rather moonlight last night, and not very cold--and who should I see but the Doctor himself walking up and down the garden. I crouched in a minute behind a thick holly tree, and I suppose I made a rustle, though I held my breath, for the Doctor stopped and shook the tree, and said, `shoo, ' as though he thought a cat were hidden there.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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