Tommy and Co. by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome
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For an instant it seemed to Prince Blank that a draught had entered into the carriage. As, however, the sensation immediately passed away, he did not trouble to wake up. Then the Prince dreamed that somebody was in the carriage with him--was sitting opposite to him. This being an annoying sort of dream, the Prince opened his eyes for the purpose of dispelling it. There was somebody sitting opposite to him--a very grimy little person, wiping blood off its face and hands with a dingy handkerchief. Had the Prince been a man capable of surprise, he would have been surprised. "It's all right," assured him Tommy. "I ain't here to do any harm. I ain't an Anarchist." The Prince, by a muscular effort, retired some four or five inches and commenced to rebutton his waistcoat. "How did you get here?" asked the Prince. "'Twas a bigger job than I'd reckoned on," admitted Tommy, seeking a dry inch in the smeared handkerchief, and finding none. "But that don't matter," added Tommy cheerfully, "now I'm here." "If you do not wish me to hand you over to the police at Southampton, you had better answer my questions," remarked the Prince drily. Tommy was not afraid of princes, but in the lexicon of her harassed youth "Police" had always been a word of dread. |
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