Classics Retold

I was running wildly all the way to Dover.  I had already lost my box and half a guinea.  I came to a stop in Kent Road.  A terrace with a piece of water before it. A foolish image in the middle blowing a dry shell.  Here I sat on a door step.  I was quite spent and exhausted. It was getting dark. I heard the clock strike ten, as I sat resting.  Being summer the weather was fine.  As I recovered my breath, the stifling sensation in my throat passed away. I rose up and continued my journey.  I had no notion of going back.  I searched my pocket and found that there were three half pence left.  I wonder how it came to be left there.  My mind began to evolve evil stories- one such story being a scrap of news paper intelligence, my being found dead in a day or two, under a hedge. I trudged on miserably, until I happened to pass a little shop, where it was written up that ladies' and gentlemen's wardrobes were bought, and that best price ...