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Grace

           

           Hewashelpedtohisfeet.Themanagersaidsomethingaboutahospitalandsomeofthebystandersgaveadvice.Thebatteredsilkhatwasplacedontheman’shead.Theconstableasked:

           “Wheredoyoulive?”

           Theman,withoutanswering,begantotwirltheendsofhismoustache.Hemadelightofhisaccident.Itwasnothing,hesaid:onlyalittleaccident.Hespokeverythickly.

           “Wheredoyoulive”repeatedtheconstable.

           Themansaidtheyweretogetacabforhim.Whilethepointwasbeingdebatedatallagilegentlemanoffaircomplexion,wearingalongyellowulster,camefromthefarendofthebar.Seeingthespectacle,hecalledout:

           “Hallo,Tom,oldman!What’sthetrouble?”

           “Sha,‘snothing,”saidtheman.

           Thenew-comersurveyedthedeplorablefigurebeforehimandthenturnedtotheconstable,saying:

           “It’sallright,constable.I’llseehimhome.”

           Theconstabletouchedhishelmetandanswered:

           “Allright,Mr.Power!”

           “Comenow,Tom,”saidMr.Power,takinghisfriendbythearm.“Nobonesbroken.What?Canyouwalk?”

           Theyoungmaninthecycling-suittookthemanbytheotherarmandthecrowddivided.

           “Howdidyougetyourselfintothismess?”askedMr.Power.

           “Thegentlemanfelldownthestairs,”saidtheyoungman.

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