Robert Louis Stevenson

The Dynamiter Robert Louis Stevenson

In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be more precise, on the broad northern pavement of Leicester Square, two young men of five- or six-and-twenty met after years of separation. The first, who was of a very smooth address and clothed in the best fashion, hesitated to recognise the pinched and shabby air of his companion.'What!' he cried, 'Paul Somerset!''I am indeed Paul Somerset, ' returned the other, 'or what remains of him after a well-deserved experience of poverty and law