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"It is extremely wicked, and unlike my son," said Mrs. Pendennis, with
tears in her eyes, and bewildered with the obstinacy of the boy.
Pen kissed her, and said with great pomposity, "Women, dear mother, don't
understand these matters--I put myself into Foker's hands--I had no other
course to pursue."
Major Pendennis grinned and shrugged his shoulders. The young ones were
certainly making great progress, he thought. Mrs. Pendennis declared that
that Foker was a wicked horrid little wretch, and was sure that he would
lead her dear boy into mischief, if Pen went to the same College with
him. "I have a great mind not to let him go at all," she said: and only
that she remembered that the lad's father had always destined him for the
College in which he had had his own brief education, very likely the fond
mother would have put a veto upon his going to the University.
That he was to go, and at the next October term, had been arranged
between all the authorities who presided over the lad's welfare. Foker
had promised to introduce him to the right set; and Major Pendennis laid
great store upon Pen's introduction into College life and society by this
admirable young gentleman.
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