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--
the railway bridge, turning left at the forked road. A man
waved cheerily, and waving back, I almost fell off. "You
don't look at all well," he called. "Go carefully!"
On I pedaled, getting strange pains in the leg. On, and
turned right, as previously instructed, into the wide road
to Hampton Court. As I rode along, my legs suddenly
failed to obey my commands, and I just managed to free-
wheel across the road to tumble in a heap, with the bicycle
on top of me, on a stretch of grass beside the road. For a
moment I lay there, badly shaken, then a woman who had
been doing something to her mats outside her front door

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came storming down the path, yelling, "You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, drunk at this time of the day. I saw
you. I've a mind to ring up the police!" She scowled at me,
then turned and dashed back to her house, picked up the
mats and slammed the door behind her.
"How little she knows!" I thought. "How little she
knows!"
For perhaps twenty minutes I lay there, recovering.
People came to their doors and stared out. People came to
their windows and peered from behind curtains. Two
women came to the end of their gardens and discussed me
in loud, raucous voices. Nowhere did I detect the slightest
thought that I might be ill or in need of attention.
At last, with immense effort, I staggered to my feet,
mounted the bicycle, and rode off in the direction of
Hampton Court.

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