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and he said, furthermore, that it was also lucky my partner was Lord Cheviot, a gay kind of a rooster, and very popular with everybody. For it seems that the magistrates are skeered to do very much to lords, because they are so powerful. 'It's likely you'll be all hunky,' says the officer. 'I wouldn't be alarmed much, my son.' And I wasn't. And at half after ten me and White-Shirt was took out and presented to a nice old gentleman with gold-rimmed spectacles on, sitting high up. A policeman interduces us, mentioning that we distinguished ourselves the night before in Jackville Street. And the old gent looked very stern, but I seemed to see that White-Shirt knew him, and he says to me, 'It's all right, my boy,' says White-Shirt. And I says, 'Well, my lord, if it ain't it cayn't be helped.' And then a policeman let on that the Johnnies we'd gone for wuz in hawspital. 'What, all of 'em?' asks the old gent. 'All, your reverence,' says the officer. And the old boy caungratulates Lord Cheviot on his record. And my lord says what happened, and the police
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