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He is a Perfectly Impossible Person

           Ihadbeenhopelesslyinthewrongbefore,butthisman’smenaceswereputtingmeintheright."I’lltroubleyoutokeepyourhandsoff,sir.I’llnotstandit."

           "Dearme!"Hisblackmoustacheliftedandawhitefangtwinkledinasneer."Youwon’tstandit,eh?"

           "Don’tbesuchafool,Professor!"Icried."Whatcanyouhopefor?I’mfifteenstone,ashardasnails,andplaycenterthree-quartereverySaturdayfortheLondonIrish.I’mnottheman"

           Itwasatthatmomentthatherushedme.ItwasluckythatIhadopenedthedoor,orweshouldhavegonethroughit.WedidaCatharine-wheeltogetherdownthepassage.Somehowwegatheredupachairuponourway,andboundedonwithittowardsthestreet.Mymouthwasfullofhisbeard,ourarmswerelocked,ourbodiesintertwined,andthatinfernalchairradiateditslegsallroundus.ThewatchfulAustinhadthrownopenthehalldoor.Wewentwithabacksomersaultdownthefrontsteps.IhaveseenthetwoMacsattemptsomethingofthekindatthehalls,butitappearstotakesomepractisetodoitwithouthurtingoneself.Thechairwenttomatchwoodatthebottom,andwerolledapartintothegutter.Hesprangtohisfeet,wavinghisfistsandwheezinglikeanasthmatic.

           "Hadenough?"hepanted.

           "Youinfernalbully!"Icried,asIgatheredmyselftogether.

           Thenandthereweshouldhavetriedthethingout,forhewaseffervescingwithfight,butfortunatelyIwasrescuedfromanodioussituation.Apolicemanwasbesideus,hisnotebookinhishand.

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