Gilbert Keith Chesterton

“ MacIan had understood his man pretty well up to that point; an instinct common to all men with the aristocratic tradition of Europe had guided him. He knew that the kind of man who in his own back garden wears good clothes and spoils them with a bad hat is not the kind of man who has an abstract horror of illegal actions of violence or the evasion of the police. But a man may understand ragging and yet be very far from understanding religious ragging. ”

“ In my presence!" cried the stranger, stamping up and down the gravel and choking with laughter, "whether there is a God!" And he went stamping up and down the garden, making it echo with his unintelligible laughter. Then he came back to them more composed and wiping his eyes.
"Why, how small the world is!" he cried at last. "I can settle the whole matter. Why, I am God!"
And he suddenly began to kick and wave his well-clad legs about the lawn.
"You are what?" repeated Turnbull, in a tone which is beyond description. ”

“ It was under this branching colonnade that the two fugitives fled, almost concealed from their pursuers by the twilight, the mist and the leapingzoetrope of shadows. Their feet, though beating the ground furiously, made but a faint noise; for they had kicked away their boots in the wood; their long, antiquated weapons made no jingle or clatter, for they had strapped them across their backs like guitars. They had all the advantages that invisibility and silence can add to speed. ”