“WASHINGTON, Washington; all off for Washington!” The porter’s stentorian call echoed through the Pullman sleeper. “This way out.” A second more and the aisle was filled with sleepy passengers who strove to push past each other with the impatient rudeness which characterizes the average American traveler. The last to leave the car was a tall man, whose leisurely movements left him a prey to a hovering porter, and he surrendered his suit-case to the obsequious darky, after first inquiring the way to the baggage room.…
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