Adventures of Mr. Verdant Green by [pseud.] Cuthbert Bede
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not repress a few pantomimic asides, that
of anything but full credence in his master's words. But Mr. Green was delighted with Dr. Portman's affability, and perceiving that the interview was at an end, made his ~conge~, and left the Master of Brazenface to his Greek particles. They had just got outside, when the servant said, "Oh, there is the scout! ~Your~ scout, sir!" at which our hero blushed from the consciousness of his new dignity; and, by way of appearing at his ease, inquired the scout's name. "Robert Filcher, sir," replied the servant; "but the gentlemen always call 'em by their Christian names." And beckoning the scout to him, he bade him shew the gentlemen [36 ADVENTURES OF MR. VERDANT GREEN] to the rooms kept for Mr. Verdant Green; and then took himself back to the Master. Mr. Robert Filcher might perhaps have been forty years of age, perhaps fifty; there was cunning enough in his face to fill even a century of wily years; and there was a depth of expression in his look, as he asked our hero if ~he~ was Mr. Verdant Green, that proclaimed his custom of reading a freshman at a glance. Mr. Filcher was laden with coats and boots that had just been brushed and blacked for their respective masters; and he was bearing a jug of Buttery ale (they are renowned for their ale at Brazenface) to the gentleman who owned the pair of "tops" that were now flashing in the sun as they |
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