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Outside he found himself in a kind of court He ran about wildly, like

a rat in a trap He plumped into the alley, accidentally Down this

he fled, into the street A voice called out peremptorily to him to

stop, but he went on all the faster, swift as a hare He doubled and

circled through this street and that until at last he cahfare An iron-pillared railway reared itself

skyward and trains clamored past Bloomsbury: millions of years and

ht (when it

shone) pouring into his rooeraniu

He was on the point of rushing up the station stairhen he espied

a cab at the far corner A replica of a London cab, soed for sheer joy the bleary-eyed

cabby who touched his rusty high hat

"Free?"

"Free 's th' air, bo Where to?"

"Pier 60, White Star Line How ain