It was Provost, my first professor, who had come to encourage me.
Provost was tall, his silvery hair was blown about, and he had a droll face.
Provost heard my "cue" on the stage, and pushed me gently forward.
"Well, you needn't pay any heed to the Provost, need you," Mr. Quinn retorted.
The provost's men are beating the country for the blackguard.
"Nor will it be taken," ...