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           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.