J. Cole
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As I turned the handle of the heavy iron gate, I looked down at the front kitchen window. A man stood in the kitchen, and he looked up and saw me--such a horrible-looking ruffian, too. Fear lent wings to my feet, and I flew up the road. The watchman was just entering the park from the opposite end he saw me, and sounded his whistle the policeman turned and ran towards me. I was too exhausted to speak, and he caught me, just as, having gasped Thieves at 50 (the number of our house), I fell forward in a dead swoon.