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movement. "Holy Smoke, so you are!" He laid a friendly hand on Kipps' arm. "I say—look here! Come up to my diggings and sew it up. I'm— Of course I'm to blame, and I say—" his voice sank to a confidential friendliness. "Here's a slop. Don't let on I ran you down. Haven't a lamp, you know. Might be a bit awkward, for me."
Kipps looked up towards the advancing policeman. The appeal to his generosity was not misplaced. He immediately took sides with his assailant. He stood up as the representative of the law drew nearer. He assumed an air which he considered highly suggestive of an accident not having happened.
"All right," he said, "go on!"
"Right you are," said the cyclist promptly, and led the way; and then, apparently with some idea of deception, called over his shoulder, "I'm tremendously glad to have met you, old chap.
"It really isn't a hundred yards," he said after they had passed the policeman, "it's just round the corner."
"Of course," said Kipps, limping slightly. "I don't want to get a chap into trouble. Accidents will happen. Still———"
"Oh! rather! I believe you. Accidents will happen. Especially when you get me on a bicycle." He laughed. "You aren't the first I've run down, not by any manner of means! I don't think you can be hurt much either. It isn't as though I was scorching. You didn't see me coming. I was back-pedalling like anything. Only naturally it seems to you I must have been coming fast. And I did all I could to ease off
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