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I know that, but did you on your further trips or was
this the only time you saw him?
That was the last time I saw him, two nights later.
You said you became friends with Miss Patch.
Well, we corresponded. I used to send him books, and
he'd send me notes occasionally, but I never saw him after this
second time. There was no reason to. But I'll remember the
thrill of seeing that door opening and finding George Bernard
Shaw waiting for me!
Two nights later we had our dinner together. I can't
remember where we ate, some restaurant in the middle of town.
But after dinner we took a walk, and one of the funniest things
then happened. Shaw walked very fast, which I love--great big
strides--and we were heading down Piccadilly. He was talking
a mile a minute--he loved to talk. Occasionally I listen--
this was one of the times. Suddenly out of the shadows a man
appeared, shook Shaw's hand, and said, “Mr. Shaw, my name is
Rothschild, and I think you're the greatest man alive today.”
Shaw without pausing for one second, in full stride, said,
“Goodbye, Mr. Rothschild,” and we walked on, pushed him aside.
We had walked about 20 steps when I let out a wild whoop of
laughter in which Shaw joined in, explaining, “That's the way
to get rid of them.”
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