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Three Men on Wheels Jerome K. Jerome

Three Men on Wheels

Jerome K. Jerome

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ISBN : 9781230335117
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60 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... iv.--the awakening atMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... iv.--the awakening at beggarbush george came down on Tuesday evening and slept at Harris place. We thought this a better arrangement than his own suggestion, which was that we should call for him on our way and pick him up. Picking George up in the morning means picking him out of bed to begin with, and shaking him awake--in itself an exhausting effort with which to commence the day- helping him find his things and finish his packing, and then waiting for him while he eats his breakfast, a tedious entertainment from the spectators point of view, full of wearisome repetition. I knew that if he slept at Beggarbush he would be up in time. I have slept there myself, and I know what happens. About the middle of the night, as you judge, though in reality it may be somewhat later, you are startled out of your first sleep by what sounds like a rush of cavalry along the passage just outside the door. Your half-awakened intelligence fluctuates between burglars, the Day of Judgment, and a gas explosion. You sit up in bed and listen intently. You are not kept waiting long- the next moment a door is violently slammed, and somebody or something is evidently coming downstairs on a tea-tray. I told you so, says a voice, and immediately some hard substance, a head, one would say from the ring of it, rebounds against the panel of your door. By this time you are charging madly around the room for your clothes. Nothing is where you put it overnight- the articles most essential have disappeared entirely- and meanwhile the murder, or revolution, or whatever it is, continues unchecked. You pause for a moment with your head under the wardrobe, where you think you can see your slippers, to listen to a steady, monotonous thumping upon a distant door. The...