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The car was waiting for them; and within five minutes of the arrival of the train they were whirling through London's traffic to the house of James Saunderson. It lay in that quaint backwater, remote from motor-bus high-ways Dulwich Common, and was a rambling red-tiled building which at some time had been a farmhouse.
From infancy we are taught to be peaceful, law-abiding citizens. Most of us, then, know very little about physical violence. The shedding of blood is an unfamiliar spectacle. If a man is knocked down by a motor-bus, we may or we may not feel human sympathy, but certainly we are physically shocked by the gruesome sight. We send men to the gallows, but we no longer watch their agony on Tyburn Hill.
George answered solemnly and sharply: "Yes, sir." The Major weakly cried: "Hall!" "Yessir!" The soldier-conductor came to attention. "Did you tell him to go to Harrods first?" "Yessir!" "I think we might go and sit on the top," said the Major. "It's a nice afternoon." So the two officers went and sat on the top of the motor-bus. The Major gossiped with soothing tranquillity.
"You're quite absurdly upset about it." "I could not have borne it if you had been hurt," he declared vehemently. "You ought not to go about by yourself. It's horrible to think of you in a street accident alone!" "But I wasn't alone. A man who was in the other half of the accident the motor-bus half played the good Samaritan and carried me into his house, which happened to be close by.
But one fellow standing on the rick says: "Napoleon dead! psha! it's plain those people don't know him!" The journalist added that he heard a speech of the same kind in the bush-region of Aveyron. A passenger on the motor-bus read in a newspaper the news of Guynemer's death; everybody seemed dismayed. The chauffeur alone smiled skeptically as he examined the spark plugs of his engine.
We had a rotten night nothing between me and a cold, hard tiled floor except a waterproof sheet, but no messages. The Germans were attacking vigorously, having brought up several brigades of Jaegers by motor-bus. The 15th was on our left, the 13th was holding the hill above Béthancourt, and the 14th was scrapping away on the right.
From Japan he went to Namur, seeing that Namur was the 'chief bastion' of the defensive line, and that hence the Germans would not be 'allowed' to take it. Almost every motor-bus carried a fine specimen of this type of philosopher, to whom the whole travelling company listened while pretending not to listen. George despised him for his manner, but agreed with some of his reasoning.
The planter ordered the East Indian driver to follow in the motor-bus which conveys passengers to Manzanilla, and took the reins himself, so as to give a place to Stuart. The road had left the level, and passed over low hills and valleys all given over to cocoa trees. "See those bottles!" commented Mr.
"But I am not a member, and we have no passes for the Strangers' Gallery," I expostulated. "We shall not need any," he replied contemptuously. "Lead on." Thus adjured, I crossed the road, Oro following me. Looking round, to my horror I saw him right in the path of a motor-bus which seemed to go over him. "There's an end to Oro," thought I to myself. "Well, at any rate, I have got home."
He was pleased with this scampering of the traffic; anything for distraction. He was glad Helena was not with him, for the streets would have irritated her with their coarse noise. She would stand for a long time to watch the rabbits pop and hobble along on the common at night; but the tearing along of the taxis and the charge of a great motor-bus was painful to her.
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