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VII. The first clerk in the telegraph booth in the Baltimore Station whistled through his buck teeth at the second clerk: “S’matter?” “See that girl—no, the pretty one with the big black dots on her veil. Too late—she’s gone. You missed somep’n.” “What about her?” “Nothing. ’Cept she’s damn good-looking. Came in here yesterday and sent a wire to some guy to meet her somewhere. Then a minute ago she came in with a telegram all written out and was standin’ there goin’ to give it to me when she changed her mind or somep’n and all of a sudden tore it up.” “Hm.” The first clerk came around the counter and picking up the two pieces of paper from the floor put them together idly. The second clerk read them over his shoulder and subconsciously counted the words as he read. There were just t

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