The Hohenzollerns in America by Stephen Leacock
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He dragged me from the house. We perceived at once, as soon as we came into the main street again, from the excited demeanour of the crowd and from the anxious faces of people running to and fro that something of great moment must be happening. Everybody was asking of the passer-by, "What is loose? What is it?" Ramshack taxis, similar to the one in which we had driven, forced their way as best they could through the crowded thoroughfare, moving evidently in the direction of the government buildings. "Hurry, hurry!" said Von Boobenstein, clutching me by the arm, "or we shall be too late. It is as I feared." "What is it?" I said; "what's the matter?" "Fool that I was," said the count, "to leave the building. I should have known. And in this costume I am helpless." We made our way as best we could through the crowd of people, who all seemed moving in the same direction, the count, evidently a prey to the gravest anxiety, talking as if to himself and imprecating his own carelessness. We turned the corner of a street and reached the edge of the great square. It was filled with a vast concourse of people. At the very moment in which we reached it a great |
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