But the hardiest Grasmere wrestler, stooping under the hood of a hansom, could not resist a vigorous pull at his coat tails; and Marmaduke was presently back in his seat again, with Susanna clinging to him and half sobbing: "Oh, Bob, youve killed me.

How could you ?" Then, with a suspiciously sudden recovery of energy, she screamed "Bijou Theatre.

Drive on, will you" up at the cabman, who was looking down through the trapdoor.

The horse plunged forward, and, with the jolt, she was fawning on Marmaduke's arm again, saying, "Dont be brutal to me any more, Bob.

I cant bear it.