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He knelt down and sewed on the braid very neatly and strongly in no time. His simple, friendly manner was irresistibly charming. I cannot imagine accepting such an offer from a New York cabby, or his offering to do such a job. When we reached the old town, I asked a policeman where to find my author.
“I am a night cabby, I am,” he whispered, with a sort of boastful exasperation. “I’ve got to take out what they will blooming well give me at the yard. I’ve got my missus and four kids at ’ome.” The monstrous nature of that declaration of paternity seemed to strike the world dumb.
'Don't mind dressing; come just as you are. Another misunderstood answer was that of the absent-minded man who entered a hansom and began to read a paper. 'Where to? at last cabby asked laconically. 'Drive to the usual place. 'I'm afraid I have too much on the slate there, sir, unless you pay my footing. 'Oh, go to hell, retorted the other in a rage.
Cabby called twice before he received an answer; then "Fenton's Hotel" came faintly to him from his ghostly looking fare. The little aperture at the top was slammed down and the hansom rattled off. "Blessed if I don't think the young swell's drunk, or 'aving a fit," thought the Cad, as he speeded his horse down Tottenham Court Road.
As I shut the door, she leaned to me and whispered: "Tell her for me she's a cat a cruel cat." I handed the driver a bill. "You've a very bad memory, cabby, haven't you?" I asked. "Extremely bad, sir," said he, touching his hat. "But, Maisie, I've got the swell's college shirt on," I heard "Boiler-plate" insist. Then the wheels moved.
Of a truth, it is the infinitesimal things that count heaviest. So deep was he in the maze of his tentative romance that when the cab finally stopped abruptly, he was totally unaware of the transition from activity to passivity. "Hotel, sir!" "Ah, yes!" Warburton leaped out, fumbled in his pocket, and brought forth a five-dollar note, which he gave to the cabby.
You'll feel another man. Give up this bachelor business. It's a mug's game. I look on you bachelors as excrescences on the social system. I regard you, old man, purely and simply as a wart. Go and get married, laddie, go and get married. By gad, I've forgotten to pay the cabby. Lend me a couple of bob, Garny old chap."
"There's the Pless; they know me there, and my credit's good. When we shake them off, we can have the cabby take us to the hotel. I'll register and borrow from the management enough to pay our way to Chiltern and the tolls for a cable to New York.
But it broke the spell this time and I had my cabby unload my bags on the bank and bade him good-night. As his wheels rumbled away into the rain and dark, I felt that my cables were cut beyond recall. Too late to save me, the cheery voice shouted, "Mind the rigging, it's just tarred and greased." I was already sliding down and sticking to it as I went.
I only wanted to look at her. However, I think that I have got all that I want. Drive us to some decent hotel, cabby, where we may have some lunch, and afterwards we shall drop down upon friend Lestrade at the police-station."
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