Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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sentry, enjoying an unaccustomed sense of importance. The sentry
glanced left, then right. "'E's a slipping off all by 'imself down to Osborne by the 6.40 from Waterloo. Nobody knows it--'cept, o' course, just a few of us. That's 'is way all over. 'E just 'ates- -" A footstep sounded down the corridor. The sentry became statuesque. At Waterloo, Tommy inspected the 6.40 train. Only one compartment indicated possibilities, an extra large one at the end of the coach next the guard's van. It was labelled "Reserved," and in the place of the usual fittings was furnished with a table and four easy- chairs. Having noticed its position, Tommy took a walk up the platform and disappeared into the fog. Twenty minutes later, Prince Blank stepped hurriedly across the platform, unnoticed save by half a dozen obsequious officials, and entered the compartment reserved for him. The obsequious officials bowed. Prince Blank, in military fashion, raised his hand. The 6.40 steamed out slowly. Prince Blank, who was a stout gentleman, though he tried to disguise the fact, seldom found himself alone. When he did, he generally indulged himself in a little healthy relaxation. With two hours' run to Southampton before him, free from all possibility of intrusion, Prince Blank let loose the buttons of his powerfully built waistcoat, rested his bald head on the top of his chair, stretched his great legs across another, and closed his terrible, small eyes. |
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