B. L. Farjeon,
Basil and Annette: A Novel
“ Chaytor was perfectly easy in his mind as he deposited the purse by the side of the pocket-book inside his waistcoat.Meanwhile Basil lay motionless. "I'll carry him a little way," thought Chaytor. "Anything might drop from his clothes while he is hanging over my shoulder. I'll have as many arrows to my bow as I can manufacture. When he gets to his senses we will have a hunt for the purse and the pocket-book, and of course shall not find them." With a grim smile he raised Basil to a sitting posture, and gradually lifted him on to his shoulder. ”
