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ran along the quay waving the pink slip that 

 told me of an action lost in the House of Lords. 

 Had the intelligence found me on shore, I should 

 doubtless have gone to the telegraph office and 

 wired condolences to the public-spirited Society 

 which had fought on purely technical grounds 

 an action, with which my personal connection was 

 little more than nominal. This remarkable re- 

 version of two findings in the Court below would, 

 I knew, inevitably entail on the Society in question 

 a heavy loss, which I felt far more than the mere 

 personal annoyance of so unlocked for a result. I 

 might, but for the blessed disability of being in a 

 boat, have written off the reel some absurd letter to 

 the Times, which that journal would not have 

 published. What ? The tide was flowing ; the 

 bass were on the feed. To perdition with copy- 

 right and all the far off turmoil of the great world ! 

 To limbo with the lawyers ; to purgatory with 

 the publishers ! On went a fresh bait, and next 

 moment I was absorbed in a struggle so vigorous 

 as to banish all thought of my lost suit. I even 

 forgot to cry " Down with the House of Lords ! ' 

 By the time two more bass had been added to 

 the five already in the boat, the tide was at the 

 full, and I stepped ashore in a chastened mood, 

 which realised that, whether justice had been done 

 or not, the heavens were not falling. 



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