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machine by the roadside. They were not in cycling clothes Hoopdriver
observed. One wore the grotesque raiment for which the Cockney discovery
of the game of golf seems indirectly blamable. Even at this distance the
flopping flatness of his cap, the bright brown leather at the top of his
calves, and the chequering of his stockings were perceptible. The other,
the rear rider, was a slender little man in grey.
"
Amatoors," said Mr. Hoopdriver.
Jessie stood staring, and a veil of thought dropped over her eyes. She
no longer regarded the two men who were now tinkering at the machine
down below there.
"How much have you?" she said.
He thrust his right hand into his pocket and produced six coins, counted
them with his left index finger, and held them out to her. "Thirteen
four half," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "Every penny."
"
I have half a sovereign," she said. "Our bill wherever we stop--" The
hiatus was more eloquent than many words.
"
I never thought of money coming in to stop us like this," said Jessie.
It's a juiced nuisance."
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