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His face was red, his eyes were black, his mustache waxed to two needle-points was a yellowish brown; his necktie blue and his uniform dark chocolate seamed with little threads of vermilion and incrusted with silver poker-chip buttons emblazoned with the initials of the corporation which he served. I knew I was all right when I read the initials. I had found the place and the man.
"What'll you take for one, bo?" "It'll freeze to death." "Look! This side pocket is lined with velvet." "Dollar." "Aw, I said one, friend, not the whole brood." "Leave or take." Mr. Connors dug deep. "Make it sixty cents and a poker-chip, bo. It's every cent I got in my pocket." "Keep the poker-chip for pin-money." When Mr.
And the chocolate gentleman told me the car was full! The fraud! When I reached the steps of Car No. 312 I found a second gentleman in chocolate and poker-chip buttons. He was scrutinizing a list of sold and unsold compartments by the aid of a conductor's lantern braceleted on his elbow.
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