Episode of the Sentimental Anarchist
"He talks very odd and violent most of the time. And he keeps on hinting about some awful disaster that is almost due to happen."
Wilkins expressed the fervent hope that the disaster might not involve his whiskers, and the girl became more confidential:
"When he spoke to me lawst night I felt like screamin'. But I didn't dare not to be nice to him, you know. He is an anarchist by trade. He told me so. Fawncy me an anarchist's bride. And he proposed to me twice this morning. I'm sure he has something dreadful on his mind. He passed me to-day muttering, 'too late, too late. My God, I never dreamed' I missed the rest of it, but it was right out of a melodrama."
Just then the anarchist stepped from beyond the ventilator and shot a murderous glance at Wilkins as he slouched past. Wilkins swore to me that he could hear the man's teeth grinding like a coffee mill and that his pockets were bulging with bombs destined to
