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Don't let me keep you; I'm in a hurry I'm going to town to-night." "Gammon," said Mr. Spavin. "This ain't the way to town; this is the Fenbury road, I tell you." "I was just going to turn back," Pen said. "All the coaches are full with the men going down," Spavin said. Pen winced. "You'd not get a place for a ten-pound note.
Don't let me keep you. I am in a hurry I am going to town to-night." "Gammon!" said his friend, "this ain't the way to town; this is the Fenbury road, I tell you." "I was just going to turn back," Pen said. "All the coaches are full with the men going down," Spavin said. Pen winced. "You'd not get a place for a ten-pound note. Get in here. I'll drop you where you have a chance of the Fenbury mail.
A battered cap, in which his name was almost discernible, together with a seal bearing his crest of an eagle looking at a now extinct sun, had been found three miles on the Fenbury road, near a mill stream; and for four-and-twenty hours it was supposed that poor Pen had flung himself into the stream, until letters arrived from him, bearing the London post-mark.
The next day there was an immense excitement in Boniface College, Oxbridge, where, for some time, a rumour prevailed, to the terror of Pen's tutor and tradesmen, that Pendennis, maddened at losing his degree, had made away with himself a battered cap, in which his name was almost discernible, together with a seal bearing his crest of an eagle looking at a now extinct sun, had been found three miles on the Fenbury road, near a mill-stream, and, for four-and-twenty hours, it was supposed that poor Pen had flung himself into the stream, until letters arrived from him, bearing the London post-mark.
Get into my yellow; I'll drop you at Mudford, where you have a chance of the Fenbury mail. I'll lend you a hat and a coat; I've got lots. Come along; jump in, old boy go it, leathers!" and in this way Pen found himself in Mr.
"This ain't the way," said Mr. Spavin, smiling. "This is the Fenbury road. I say, Pen, don't take on because you are plucked. It's nothing when you are used to it. I've been plucked three times, old boy and after the first time I didn't care. Glad it's over, though. You'll have better luck next time."
I'll lend you a hat and coat; I've got lots. Come along; jump in, old boy go it, leathers!" And in this way Pen found himself in Mr. Spavin's post-chaise and rode with that gentleman as far as the Ram Inn at Mudford, fifteen miles from Oxbridge, where the Fenbury mail changed horses, and where Pen got a place on to London.
Spavin's postchaise, and rode with that gentleman as far as the Ram Inn at Mudford, fifteen miles from Oxbridge; where the Fenbury mail changed horses, and where Pen got a place on to London.
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