As soon as we landed, four of us went directly to a lodging-house
in 27th Street, just west of Sixth Avenue. The house was run by a
short, stout mulatto man, who was exceedingly talkative and
inquisitive. In fifteen minutes he not only knew the history of the
past life of each one of us, but had a clearer idea of what we
intended to do in the future than we ourselves.
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