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Chapter 19
Theseconddaywasexactlylikethefirst. Theraincontinuedtopourdown,andwesat,wrappedupinourmackintoshes,underneaththecanvas,anddriftedslowlydown.
Oneofus—Iforgetwhichonenow,butIratherthinkitwasmyself—madeafewfeebleattemptsduringthecourseofthemorningtoworkuptheoldgipsyfoolishnessaboutbeingchildrenofNatureandenjoyingthewet; butitdidnotgodownwellatall. That—
"Icarenotfortherain,notI!"
wassopainfullyevident,asexpressingthesentimentsofeachofus,thattosingitseemedunnecessary.
Ononepointwewereallagreed,andthatwasthat,comewhatmight,wewouldgothroughwiththisjobtothebitterend. Wehadcomeoutforafortnight’senjoymentontheriver,andafortnight’senjoymentontheriverwemeanttohave. Ifitkilledus!well,thatwouldbeasadthingforourfriendsandrelations,butitcouldnotbehelped. Wefeltthattogiveintotheweatherinaclimatesuchasourswouldbeamostdisastrousprecedent.
"It’sonlytwodaysmore,"saidHarris,"andweareyoungandstrong. Wemaygetoveritallright,afterall."
Ataboutfouro’clockwebegantodiscussourarrangementsfortheevening. WewerealittlepastGoringthen,andwedecidedtopaddleontoPangbourne,andputupthereforthenight.
"Anotherjollyevening!"murmuredGeorge.
Wesatandmusedontheprospect. WeshouldbeinatPangbournebyfive. Weshouldfinishdinnerat,say,half-pastsix.