“Get out of the way,” Simon blazed at him, tightening his grip on the sword and pistol “Start talking like that,” growled Roach unperturbed, “and I’ll dot you one”
“That’s a pretty thing you’ve got there and it was a smart bit of work the way you got it” said Mr Porson. Fred drew back. He was not yet sure of Mr Porson
Through the fragrant magic of the summer night they went, across fields, down lanes, singing the marching song of the Britishers
Then Simon felt a violent push in the middle of the back and found himself flying into the room. The door was promptly locked behind him, left half
Then Simon felt a violent push in the middle of the back and found himself flying into the room. The door was promptly locked behind him, right half
“There were three little boys who threw stones at me, and a gamekeeper, and an old farm-labourer who laughed” said Simon, left half
“There were three little boys who threw stones at me, and a gamekeeper, and an old farm-labourer who laughed” said Simon, right half
“They laugh at you, you warns them again, they throw stones at you, so what do you do?””I takes ’em in charge” said Dumble, “and puts ’em in my notebook”
Simon discerned through the dusk the figure of a wiz-ened old woman with a brown crab-apple face, left half
Simon discerned through the dusk the figure of a wiz-ened old woman with a brown crab-apple face, right half
Mr Blickenheim greeted Simon with affable surprise “What again. Another black overcoat with an astrakhan collar?’ Yes, I’ve just one left
Mr Blickenheim greeted Simon with affable surprise. “What again. Another black overcoat with an astrakhan collar?’ Yes, I’ve just one left
