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Chapter 2. How Bert Smallways Got Into Difficulties-3
Newcomers kept arriving from the south with the question, “What's up?” until it got on Grubb's nerves. Londonward the crowd was constantly losing people; they would mount their various wheels with the satisfied manner of spectators who have had the best. Their voices would recede into the twilight; one would hear a laugh at the memory of this particularly salient incident or that. “I'm afraid,” said the gentleman of the motor-car, “my tarpaulin's a bit done for.” Grubb admitted that the owner was the best judge of that. “Nothin, else I can do for you?” said the gentleman of the motor-car, it may be with a suspicion of irony. Bert was roused to action. “Look here,” he said. “There's my young lady. If she ain't 'ome by ten they lock her out. See? Well, all my money was in my jacket pocke
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