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On my return, I found my cousin already at home, in high spirits at having, as he informed me, "bumped the first Trinity. " I excused myself for my dripping state, simply by saying that I had slipped into the river. To tell him the whole of the story, while the fancied insult still rankled fresh in me, was really too disagreeable both to my memory and my pride.
Then came the question, "What had brought me to Cambridge? " I told him all, and he seemed honestly to sympathize with my misfortunes.