THE DUEL.
"You great silly, pink-faced, towheaded turnip! You——"
"You shall not go by this train," repeated Syme.
"And why the infernal blazes," roared the other, "should I want to go by the train?"
"We know all," said the Professor sternly. "You are going to Paris to throw a bomb!"
"Going to Jericho to throw a Jabberwock!" cried the other, tearing his hair, which came off easily. "Have you all got softening of the brain, that you don't realise what I am? Did you really think I wanted to catch that train? Twenty Paris trains might go by for me. Damn Paris trains!"
"Then what did you care about?" began the Professor.
"What did I care about? I didn't care about catching the train; I cared about whether the train caught me, and now, by God! it has caught me."
"I regret to inform you," said Syme with restraint, "that your remarks convey no impression to my mind. Perhaps if you were to remove the remains of your original forehead and some portion of what
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