Still William (Just William, Book 5)

Still William (Just William, Book 5)

Richmal Crompton

Language: English

Pages: 133

ISBN: 0330544705

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

‘If all girls are like that -’ said William. ‘Well, when you think of all the hundreds of girls there must be in the world – well, it makes you feel sick.’ William’s natural desire to do the right thing leads him into serious trouble, as usual, and when blackmail and kidnapping are involved, it’s no surprise. Even when he turns over a new leaf, the consequences are dire. But it’s his new neighbour Violet Elizabeth Bott who really causes chaos – and no one will believe that it’s not William’s fault . . .

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When the Bishop first encountered this gaze he became slightly disconcerted, and lost his place in his notes. Then he tried to forget the disturbing presence and address his remarks to the middle of the hall. But there was something hypnotic in the small boy’s gaze. In the end the Bishop yielded to it. He fixed his eyes obediently upon William. He harangued William earnestly and forcibly upon the necessity of self-control and the effect of alcohol upon the liver. And William returned his gaze

understand the attraction that such places seemed to possess for his family. He took a pride and pleasure in the expression of gloom and boredom that he generally managed to maintain during the whole length of the holiday. But this time it was different. Ginger was staying with his family in the same hotel as William. Ginger’s father and William’s father played golf together. Ginger’s mother and William’s mother looked at the shops and the sea together. William and Ginger went off together on

off obligingly and bought two penny sticks of liquorice at the next stall. Then they bought two penny giant glasses of a biliousy-coloured green lemonade and quaffed them in front of the stall with intense enjoyment. Then they wandered away from the crowded part of the front to the empty space beyond the rocks. Ginger found a dead crab and William made a fire and tried to cook it, but the result was not encouraging. They ate what was left of their liquorice sticks to take away the taste, then

stood with a small and dainty Columbine. ‘But it is my dance with you, Glor,’ Henry V was saying hoarsely. ‘I wrote to you and asked you, and oh, I’m so glad that you’re better. I’ve been through hours of agony thinking you were dead.’ ‘You’re absolutely mad,’ Glory replied impatiently. ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. You never wrote and you’ve never asked me for a dance. I’ve never seen you all evening till this minute, except in the distance with everyone trying to pull your head

the Brigand in a dramatic whisper. ‘He’s waiting for you in the coachhouse. He’s gotter message for you from the Russians – private.’ The Toreador sat up and rubbed his eyes. The Brigand was still there. ‘Please say it again,’ said the Toreador. ‘There’s a Russian wants to see you. He’s waiting for you in the coach-house. He’s gotter message for you from the Russians,’ repeated the Brigand. ‘Where did you say he was?’ said the Toreador. ‘In the coach-house.’ ‘And what do you say he’s got?’

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