Also I made haste to finish my English classics, for I concluded I wouldn't have much time in the future for miscellaneous reading.
The Tuesday came, and in the evening I set out rather late for the Moot Hall, for I had been getting into decent clothes after a long, hot stride.

When I reached the place it was pretty well packed, and I could only find a seat on the back benches.

There on the platform was Ivery, and beside him sat a figure that thrilled every inch of me with affection and a wild anticipation.

'I have now the privilege,' said the chairman, 'of introducing to you the speaker whom we so warmly welcome, our fearless and indefatigable American friend, Mr Blenkiron.' It was the old Blenkiron, but almightily changed.

His stoutness had gone, and he was as lean as Abraham Lincoln.