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Walpole, Hugh, Sir, 1884-1941

"The Secret City"


"I say, you fellows," he asked, catching my arm. "Where are you off to?"
"We're off to the Astoria," I answered.
"Let me come with you. I'm not frightened, not at all--all the same I
don't want to be left alone. I was in the 1905 affair. That was enough
for me. Where are they firing--do you know?"
"All over the place," said Bohun, enjoying himself. "They'll be down
here in a minute."
"Good God! Do you really think so? It's terrible--these fellows--once
they get loose they stick at nothing.... I remember in 1905.... Good
heavens! Where had we better go? It's very exposed here, isn't it?"
"It's very exposed everywhere," said Bohun. "I doubt whether any of us
are alive in the morning."
"Good heavens! You don't say so! Why should they interfere with us?"
"Oh, rich, you know, and that kind of thing. And then we're Englishmen.
They'll clear out all the English."
"Oh, I'm not really English. My mother was Russian. I could show them my
papers...."
Bohun laughed. "I'm only kidding you, Watchett," he said. "We're safe
enough. Look, there's not a soul about!" We were at the corner of the
Moika now; all was absolutely quiet.


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