He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. Their example was immediately imitated by the officers, constables, javelin men, and other attendants; and nothing was to be heard but shouts of laughter and jesting,—nothing seen but the passing of glasses, and the emptying of foaming jugs. ’ At this, the fellow Valade burst into unwise speech. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket. Do you think we could manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out of this box?" "I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free," replied Thames, boldly. People hounded him about the disappearances mercilessly for weeks after the concert, first the police, then the Becks, then people from school.
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