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`` You , papa ! Whatever for ? '' `` That is my business , '' laughed Mr. Huntley . `` It wants only twenty minutes to ten , Harry . '' Harry , at the hint , bounded into the hall . He caught up his clean surplice , placed there ready for him , and stuck his trencher on his head , when he was detained by Ellen . `` Harry , boy , it 's a crying wrong against Tom Channing .