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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"The Prophet of Berkeley Square"


"Oh, I'll see you off," she replied, evidently resolved to satisfy some
further, unexpressed curiosity.
"There it is!" cried Capricornus. "It's coming! There it is!"
"Isn't it pretty?" shrieked the little Corona, who was evidently growing
much excited by the chocolates and the centralness of the whole thing.
"Let's go on the top! Let's go on the top!"
She began to jump on the pavement, and her brother was just about to
follow her example when some sudden idea struck him into gravity. He
turned to the Prophet and exclaimed solemnly,--
"Oh, if you please, Mr. Vivian, have you got the crab with you?"
"The crab!" cried Lady Enid, with much vivacity.
"Yes, yes, my boy, it's all right!" said the Prophet, hastily.
"Not your boy, if you please, Mr. Vivian," returned the little
inquisitor. "And have you got the fist tooth?"
"Yes, yes!"
"And the rashes, and the honoured grandmother, and--"
"I've got everything," cried the Prophet, "every single thing!"
"Because mater familias said I was to make you bring them if I stayed
for them all day."
"Yes, yes, they're all here--every one."
Lady Enid was gazing at the Prophet's slim form with almost passionate
curiosity.


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