Well, my cousin, Mrs. Somerton has--and as I'm going to marry her, what's her's is mine, and what's mine's my own; but you know all about that, governor--I mean your worship. (RAT: Which property I suppose, you wish to recover?) Of course, I do; you'll excuse me, my dear boy, Charley, I mean your worship, but that's a remarkable stupid observation of your's. (RAT: Silence--was the robbery you speak of accompanied by violence?) Of course, it was! would you allow a fellow to walk off with your property without making a fight of it, not you, my trojan--I mean your worship! but I'll tell you all about it. I had just arrived from London, and finding that cousin Somerton had that instant returned home from a ball, I determined to give her an agreeable surprise, and for that purpose I was walking on tiptoe along that passage, when I was almost knocked off my legs by a piercing shriek. "My cousin in danger," said I, "then Postlethwaite to the rescue," said I, and with an unfaltering grasp I seized the handle of the door--it was locked, upon which with one blow of this fist--you know my muscular power--I knocked the door clean off its hinges.

Mr Percy Postlethwaite Monologue from A Desperate Game: A Comic Drama in One Act

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