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the end of the term Keithley packed his trunks and departed leaving behind him the Don Quixote as a parting gift. Tregan always kept the volume. He never saw Keithley again. To tell the truth he soon forgot him completely.
Despite the venerable doctor’s circumspect tremblings for his purity, Tregan hadn’t much inkling of the entanglements of s*x at that time. The boys at Dr. Rex’s Academy were of an average sturdiness of character that defied the evils made possible by the English emulation of the Greek system of training with its enforced athletics and resultant worship of the body.
In his younger years, being male, Tregan felt a little shy in the presence of girls. His first love episode passed tremulously and deeply. It is a mistake to suppose that children’s love affairs are
