There's a man blown up in Greenwich Park this morning." "How do you know ?" "They have been yelling the news in the streets since two o'clock.

I bought the paper, and just ran in here.

Then I saw you sitting at this table.

I've got it in my pocket now." He pulled the newspaper out.

It was a good-sized rosy sheet, as if flushed by the warmth of its own convictions, which were optimistic.