For about a second I empted. But no! I tooted to the Oxford road.

    ell, I’d done it. I  rue t five miles farted to, I could turn to t again and get back to ester for t I rictly speaking I  perfectly certain t t it.  approve of a trip of topped me if tty well everybody.

    ually  ter me already. t of t understand   ards oo  it. track. It o see t, of course, agging after ive expression, and Miss Minns rusress on  gets left be  Crum and t trodden pen-puse garden-rollers, some of ttle Austin Sevens. And all t ary, Scotland Yard, temperance League, tler and Stalin on a tandem bicycle, ter me. I could almost ing:

    ‘to escape! t be streamlined! o Loer op him!’

    It’s queer. trong t I actually took a peep ttle  to make sure I  being folloy conscience, I suppose. But ty  behind me.

    I trod on ttled into ties. A fees later I  terurning. So t . I’d burnt my boats. t of self in my mind t my neeeth.