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Three Men in a Boat / Three Men on the Bummel

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by “whisky,” or what we were talk<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g about at all. M<strong>on</strong>tmorency<br />

looked as if he knew someth<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g, but said noth<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g.<br />

I slept well that night, and should have slept better if it had<br />

not been for Harris. I have a vague recollecti<strong>on</strong> of hav<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g been<br />

woke up at least a dozen times dur<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g <strong>the</strong> night by Harris wander<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />

about <strong>the</strong> boat with <strong>the</strong> lantern, look<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g for his clo<strong>the</strong>s.<br />

He seemed to be worry<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g about his clo<strong>the</strong>s all night.<br />

Twice he routed up George and myself to see if we were ly<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />

<strong>on</strong> his trousers. George got quite wild <strong>the</strong> sec<strong>on</strong>d time.<br />

“What <strong>the</strong> thunder do you want your trousers for, <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>the</strong><br />

middle of <strong>the</strong> night?” he asked <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>dignantly. “Why d<strong>on</strong>’t you lie<br />

down, and go to sleep?”<br />

I found him <str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g> trouble, <strong>the</strong> next time I awoke, because he<br />

could not f<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>d his socks; and my last hazy remembrance is of<br />

be<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g rolled over <strong>on</strong> my side, and of hear<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g Harris mutter<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g<br />

someth<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g about its be<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g an extraord<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>ary th<str<strong>on</strong>g>in</str<strong>on</strong>g>g where his<br />

umbrella could have got to.

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