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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 15. The Rubicon (1882)

Bultitude, panting and desperate. 'I'm pressed for time.'
'Now you've gone and put me out, little boy,' said the old lady fussily. 'I shall have to begin all over again. Young man, will you take and count the other end and see if it adds up right? There's a halfpenny wrong somewhere; I know there is.'
'Now then,' shouted the guard from the platform. 'Any more going on?'
'I'm going on!' said Paul. 'Wait for me. First single to St. Pancras, quick!'
'Drat the boy!' said the old lady angrily. 'Do you think the world's to give way for you? Such impidence! Mind your manners, little boy, can't you?
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 15. The Rubicon (1882)

And run he did, with all his might, rushing headlong through the gates, threading his way between the omnibuses and under the Roman noses of the mild fly-horses in the enclosure, until at length he found himself inside the little booking-office.
He was not too late; the train was still at the platform, the engine getting up steam with a dull roar. But he dared not risk detection by travelling without a ticket. There was time for that, too.
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Portrait of F. Anstey F. Anstey Vice Versa — 15. The Rubicon (1882)

Paul looked round the shop in search of something to purchase, and at last said, more nervously than he expected to do, 'I want a pencil-case, one which screws up and down.' He thought a pencil-case would be an innocent, unsuspicious thing to ask for. The man set rows of cards containing pencil-cases of every imaginable shape on the counter before him, and when Mr. Bultitude had chosen and paid for one, the stationer asked if there would be anything else, and if he might send it for him. 'You're one of Dr. Grimstone's young gentlemen up at Crichton House, aren't you, sir?' he added.
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