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Speculations became audible.

Wot is it? 'Naccident?

What the devil do you mean--surely not?

Here he is, guv'nor, said the non-smoking Bohemian."What oh"

Feller bilked the cabman

At this juncture the block in the traffic was relieved, and the cab bowled smartly on for some fifty yards when it was again halted. George, protruding from the window like a snail, was entertained by the spectacle of the pursuit. The hunt was up.Short of throwing his head up and baying, the stout young man behaved exactly as a bloodhound in similar circumstances would have conducted itself. He broke into a jerky gallop, attended by his self-appointed associates; and, considering that the young man was so stout, that the messenger boy considered it unprofessional to hurry, that the shop girl had doubts as to whether sprinting was quite ladylike, and that the two Bohemians were moving at a quicker gait than a shuffle for the first occasion in eleven years, the cavalcade made good time. The cab was still stationary when they arrived in a body.

The kemerer's 'idden in the keb.

Wot is it? 'Naccident?

Here I am agreed George affably. "And what can I do for you?"The smoker spat appreciatively at a passing dog. The point seemed to him well taken. Not for many a day had he so enjoyed himself. In an arid world containing too few goes of gin and too many policemen, a world in which the poor were oppressed and could seldom even enjoy a quiet cigar without having their fingers trodden upon, he found himself for the moment contented, happy, and expectant. This looked like a row between toffs, and of all things which most intrigued him a row between toffs ranked highest.

Wot'll they be up to next

What the devil do you mean--surely not?

They're doin' of it for the pictures.

Two toffs 'ad a scrap

A young lady just got into your cab, said the stout young man.

Wot o', Charlie

Feller bilked the cabman

And what, he inquired suavely, leaning a little further out of the cab, "is eating you, Bill?"

Wot'll they be up to next

Feller bilked the cabman

What the devil do you mean--surely not?

What the devil do you mean--surely not?

Speculations became audible.

Here I am agreed George affably. "And what can I do for you?"The smoker spat appreciatively at a passing dog. The point seemed to him well taken. Not for many a day had he so enjoyed himself. In an arid world containing too few goes of gin and too many policemen, a world in which the poor were oppressed and could seldom even enjoy a quiet cigar without having their fingers trodden upon, he found himself for the moment contented, happy, and expectant. This looked like a row between toffs, and of all things which most intrigued him a row between toffs ranked highest.

And what, he inquired suavely, leaning a little further out of the cab, "is eating you, Bill?"

Wot o', Charlie

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