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Haslemere to make what he could of the swift picture that had
photographed itself on his brain.
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Rum," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "It's DASHED rum!"
They were having a row."
Smirking--" What he called the other man in brown need not trouble us.
Annoying her!" That any human being should do that!
WHY?"
The impulse to interfere leapt suddenly into Mr. Hoopdriver's mind. He
grasped his brake, descended, and stood looking hesitatingly back. They
still stood by the railway bridge, and it seemed to Mr. Hoopdriver's
fancy that she was stamping her foot. He hesitated, then turned his
bicycle round, mounted, and rode back towards them, gripping his courage
firmly lest it should slip away and leave him ridiculous. "I'll offer
'im a screw 'ammer," said Mr. Hoopdriver. Then, with a wave of fierce
emotion, he saw that the girl was crying. In another moment they heard
him and turned in surprise. Certainly she had been crying; her eyes
were swimming in tears, and the other man in brown looked exceedingly
disconcerted. Mr. Hoopdriver descended and stood over his machine.
"Nothing wrong, I hope?" he said, looking the other man in brown
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