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man in the Keep, the angry man in drab, the barmaid at the Unicorn, men
with flying-machines, people playing billiards in the doorways, silly,
headless figures, stupid cocks and hens encumbered with parcels
and umbrellas and waterproofs, people carrying bedroom candles, and
such-like riffraff, kept getting in his way and annoying him, although
he sounded his electric bell, and said, "Wonderful, wonderful!" at every
corner....
XIII. HOW MR. HOOPDRIVER WENT TO HASLEMERE
There was some little delay in getting Mr. Hoopdriver's breakfast, so
that after all he was not free to start out of Guildford until just upon
the stroke of nine. He wheeled his machine from the High Street in some
perplexity. He did not know whether this young lady, who had seized hold
of his imagination so strongly, and her unfriendly and possibly menacing
brother, were ahead of him or even now breakfasting somewhere in
Guildford. In the former case he might loiter as he chose; in the latter
he must hurry, and possibly take refuge in branch roads.
It occurred to him as being in some obscure way strategic, that he would
leave Guildford not by the obvious Portsmouth road, but by the road
running through Shalford. Along this pleasant shady way he felt
sufficiently secure to resume his exercises in riding with one hand
off the handles, and in staring over his shoulder. He came over once
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