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We weren't in a hurry to get to
town. Neither one of us was particularly eager about rushing into that
near smoking Babylon, or thought of dining at the Club that night, or
dancing at the Casino. Yet a few years more, and my young friend of the
railroad will be not a whit more eager.
There were no railroads made when Arthur Pendennis went to the famous
University of Oxbridge; but he drove thither in a well-appointed coach,
filled inside and out with dons, gownsmen, young freshmen about to enter,
and their guardians, who were conducting them to the university. A fat
old gentleman, in grey stockings, from the City, who sate by Major
Pendennis inside the coach, having his pale-faced son opposite, was
frightened beyond measure when he heard that the coach had been driven
for a couple of stages by young Mr. Foker, of Saint Boniface College, who
was the friend of all men, including coachmen, and could drive as well as
Tom Hicks himself. Pen sate on the roof, examining coach, passengers, and
country with great delight and curiosity.


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