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Verdant Green immediately disappeared in search of his scout, Filcher. Five minutes afterwards, as the dejected Mr. Pucker was crawling out of the quad, Filcher came and led him back to the rooms of Mr. Slowcoach, the real examining tutor. "But I have been examined," Mr. Pucker kept on saying dejectedly. "I have been examined, and they rejected me." "I think it was an 'oax, sir," said Filcher.
Robert was the only happy one. A few difficulties seemed to him to make the expedition more real. He came dripping into the Slowcoach and asked for his supper; but Horace was still hunting for the tin-opener. "Never mind about it," said Robert. "I'll open the thing with the hammer and a knife. But what you want, Horace, is system." "No; what I want is food," said Horace. "I'm dying."
Kink, it seems, had reached Oxford that morning, and was at the Green Man, where the Slowcoach was an object of extraordinary interest to the neighbourhood. Diogenes lay at the foot of the steps. Kink was very glad to see them. No, he said, he hadn't had any adventures exactly, but driving a caravan was no work for a modest man who wished for a quiet life among vegetables.
For Aunt M'riar, though good, was a slowcoach, backward in cross-examination, and Mrs. Prichard's first depositions remained unqualified, for discussion later with Uncle Mo. However, one inquiry came to her tongue. "Was you born in those parts yourself, ma'am?" said she. Then she felt a little sorry she had asked it, for a sound like annoyance came in the answer. "Who I? No, no not I dear me, no!
I never thought you would fire up like this on the day when we got you out of the hands of the men of Mel who were belabouring you like an ox's head." Then Grettir spoke a verse: "Too long is the tongue of the spanner of bows. Full often he suffers the vengeance due. Slowcoach! I tell thee that many a man has paid for less shameful speech with his life."
Jimmie turned and raised a plump hand with a sharply-quirked little finger and a dangle of lace-edged handkerchief. "You're a swell, my dear. You're in with the specials and the classic knot." "What do you mean?" "You're going to read Gerty, or something no idiots admitted. You're going it, Hendy. Ta-ta. Fly! Don't stick in the mud, old slowcoach."
The spring came and Grettir took a ship for Iceland in the summer. The brothers parted with friendship and never saw one another again. We have now to return to where we broke off before. Thorbjorn Oxmain when he heard of the death of Thorbjorn Slowcoach flew into a violent passion and said he wished that more men might deal blows in other people's houses.
Having accomplished his undertaking Grettir rode back to Bjarg and spent the winter at home. Thorbjorn Oxmain gave a great feast in the autumn at which many were assembled, whilst Grettir was in the North in Vatnsdal. Thorbjorn Slowcoach was there and many things were talked about. The Hrutafjord people inquired about Grettir's adventure on the ridge in the summer.
He then folded it up and placed it in his pocket, and when he was in any doubt as to the way, asked the first person he met. Mr. Lenox and Mr. Scott were both there in time to see the start of the Slowcoach, as they had decided to call it. Also present at the start was the greater part of adult Chiswick and all its children, who filled the street opposite "The Gables" and cheered.
Uncle Christopher was also there to see the start, and he brought with him an envelope. "This envelope," he said, "is not to be opened unless you're in any very serious difficulty. Then open it." And so, in a scene of wild excitement, Kink cracked his whip, Moses strained at the collar, the Slowcoach creaked heavily out of the yard, and its historic journey was begun. Mr.
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