_I_ (_running like Heaven_). I think I'll leave you here.
_He_ (_running still more like Heaven, a little ahead_). Oh no, come on. I
want to hear about those tailors. Hi! Hi! Wave your stick like Heaven!
[_We both wave our sticks like Heaven._
_He_ (_subsiding into a walk_). Ah! it's all right. He's seen us. (_Taking
out his watch_) I've got four minutes. We shall just do it. Good-bye.
[_He leaps into the cab and I turn away wondering where I shall get
lunch._
_He_ (_shouting from window_). Let me know about those tailors some day; if
they're any good, you know.
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[Illustration: "ARE YE WOUNDED, TERENCE?"
"I AM THAT, MICHAEL; 'TIS IN THE FUT."
"BAD CESS TO THIM BODY-SHIELDS! I NIVER HAD MUCH FAITH IN THIM!"]
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"'The best people are still wearing their own clothes,' said Mr.
Williams."--_Star_.
With all respect, Mr. WILLIAMS, the best people are wearing the KING'S.
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