There was a moment's silence; Rudolf drew his shirt over his head and tucked it into his trousers. "Give me the jacket and waistcoat," he said. "I feel deuced damp underneath, though."
"You'll soon get dry," grinned Sapt. "You'll be kept moving, you see."
"I've lost my hat."
"Seems to me you've lost your head, too."
"You'll find me both, eh, Sapt?"
"As good as your own, anyhow," growled the Constable.
(from Rupert of Hentzau, by Anthony Hope)
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