In The Bishop's Carriage
In The Bishop's Carriage
by Miriam Michelson
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When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted. Tom, like the darling he is--(Yes, you are, old fellow, you're as precious to me as--as you are to the police--if they could only get their hands on you)--well, Tom drew off the crowd, having passed the old gentleman's watch to me, and I made for the women's rooms.
The station was crowded, as it always is in the afternoon, and in a minute I was strolling into the big, square ...