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He is a Perfectly Impossible Person

           "What’sallthis?Yououghttobeashamed"saidthepoliceman.ItwasthemostrationalremarkwhichIhadheardinEnmorePark."Well,"heinsisted,turningtome,"whatisit,then?"

           "Thismanattackedme,"saidI.

           "Didyouattackhim?"askedthepoliceman.

           TheProfessorbreathedhardandsaidnothing.

           "It’snotthefirsttime,either,"saidthepoliceman,severely,shakinghishead."Youwereintroublelastmonthforthesamething.You’veblackenedthisyoungman’seye.Doyougivehimincharge,sir?"

           Irelented.

           "No,"saidI,"Idonot."

           "What’sthat?"saidthepoliceman.

           "Iwastoblamemyself.Iintrudeduponhim.Hegavemefairwarning."

           Thepolicemansnappeduphisnotebook.

           "Don’tletushaveanymoresuchgoings-on,"saidhe."Now,then!Moveon,there,moveon!"Thistoabutcher’sboy,amaid,andoneortwoloaferswhohadcollected.Heclumpedheavilydownthestreet,drivingthislittleflockbeforehim.TheProfessorlookedatme,andtherewassomethinghumorousatthebackofhiseyes.

           "Comein!"saidhe."I’venotdonewithyouyet."

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