"Room there, stupid! She's from the States--any fool could see that! I'm from your hotel, little lady, the American. Your luggage, Miss, allow me?" If Dorothy's hands hadn't been too full, she would have clapped them over her ears, to drown the cries of the hackmen who swarmed about her as she stepped from the train at the railway station in Toronto. As it was, she clung desperately to her bag and shawlstrap, which the man from the American hotel seemed bound to seize, whether or no.…
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