The Man With Two Left Feet (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
It was not the chauffeur’s fault, and it was not mine. I was having a friendly turn-up with a pal of mine on the sidewalk; he ran across the road; I ran after him; and the car came round the corner and hit me. It must have been going pretty slow, or I should have been killed. As it was, I just had the breath knocked out of me. You know how you feel when the butcher catches you just as you are edging out of the shop with a bit of meat. It was like that. I wasn’t taking much interest in things for awhile, but when I did I found that I was the centre of a group of three—the chauffeur, a small boy, and the small boy’s nurse. The small boy was very well-dressed, and looked delicate. He was crying. ‘Poor doggie,’ he said, ‘poor doggie.’ ‘It wasn’t my fault, Master Peter,’ said the chauffeur respectfully. ‘He run out into the road before I seen him.’ ‘That’s right,’ I put in, for I didn’t want to get the man into trouble.
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