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🗓️ 5 May 2024
⏱️ 46 minutes
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Tonight's sleep story is a short story from the book, the Amateur Cracksman by E W Hornung. Fun fact: he was the brother in law of Arthur Conan Doyle. This story introduces Raffles and his friend (soon to be accomplice), Bunny Manders.
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| 0:00.0 | Good evening. Welcome to the Just Sleep podcast. I'm Tasia, your host. |
| 0:15.5 | Every week, I will read you an old story to help you relax, put the stressful day behind you, and drift off to sleep. |
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| 1:12.3 | Tonight, I will be reading Raffles, The Amateur Craxman, by E.W. Hornung. |
| 1:23.2 | So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story. |
| 1:34.1 | The Ides of March |
| 1:35.9 | 1 |
| 1:37.9 | It was half past 12 when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort. |
| 1:46.4 | The scene of my disaster was much as I'd left it. |
| 1:50.4 | The Baccarat counters still strewed to the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ashtrays. |
| 1:56.0 | A window had been opened to let the smoke out and was letting in the fog instead. |
| 2:03.2 | Raffles himself had merely discarded his dining jacket for one of his innumerable blazers. Yet he arched his eyebrows as |
| 2:09.4 | though I had dragged him from his bed. Forgotten something, said he, when he saw me on his mat. |
| 2:16.6 | No, said I, pushing past him without ceremony. |
| 2:20.8 | And I led the way into his room with an impudence amazing to myself. |
| 2:25.2 | Not come back for your revenge, have you? |
| 2:27.4 | Because I'm afraid I can't give it to you single-handed. |
| 2:30.9 | I was sorry myself of the others. |
| 2:33.9 | We were face to face by his fireside, and I cut him short. |
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