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_He._ Well, I'm blamed! Did you ever see anything like it? What's that he
said?
_I._ It sounded like "dinner."
_He._ Dinner! Of all the something cheek! Dinner! What's the world coming
to?
_I_ (_brilliantly_). Perhaps he's hungry.
_He._ Hungry! Greedy, you mean. Hansom drivers never refused to take you
because they were hungry. It's monstrous. Bless the War, anyway. (_Looking
at his watch_) I say, we must put a spurt on. You don't mind, do you?
_I_ (_more mendaciously, and wondering why I'm so weak_). Oh, no.
[_We both begin to scuttle, half run and half walk._
_I_ (_panting_). As I was saying, they're not A1 at overcoats, but they've
a first-class cutter for everything else. Just tell me if you want to
change and I'll introduce you, and then you'll get special treatment.
There's nothing they wouldn't do for me.
_He_ (_breathlessly_). Ah! There's the rank. There's just one cab there.
How awful if it were to be taken before he saw us. Run like Heaven.
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