The things we do!

Smee told him
it was too big. I dare say it's very bad. I'm glad I'm away, and the
fellows are not condoling with me.
"Please go and see Mr. Binnie. He has come to grief. He rode the
Colonel's horse; came down on the pavement and wrenched his leg, and I'm
afraid the grey's. Please look at his legs; we can't understand John's
report of them. He, I mean Mr. B., was going to Scotland to see his
relations when the accident happened. You know he has always been going
to Scotland to see his relations. He makes light of the business, and
says the Colonel is not to think of coming to him: and I don't want to go
back just yet, to see all the fellows from Gandish's and the Life
Academy, and have them grinning at my misfortune.
"The governor would send his regards, I dare say, but he is out, and I am
always yours affectionately, Clive Newcome."
"P.S.--He tipped me himself this morning; isn't he a kind, dear old
fellow?"

Arthur Pendennis, Esq., to Clive Newcome, Esq.


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