A Tramp Abroad — Volume 03 by Mark Twain
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what you have got; we will sit up till midnight
and have a good satisfying interchange, for I leave here early in the morning." We agreed to that, of course. I had been vaguely conscious, for a while, of a person who was walking in the street abreast of us; I had glanced furtively at him once or twice, and noticed that he was a fine, large, vigorous young fellow, with an open, independent countenance, faintly shaded with a pale and even almost imperceptible crop of early down, and that he was clothed from head to heel in cool and enviable snow-white linen. I thought I had also noticed that his head had a sort of listening tilt to it. Now about this time the Rev. Mr. ------said: "The sidewalk is hardly wide enough for three, so I will walk behind; but keep the talk going, keep the talk going, there's no time to lose, and you may be sure I will do my share." He ranged himself behind us, and straightway that stately snow-white young fellow closed up to the sidewalk alongside him, fetched him a cordial slap on the shoulder with his broad palm, and sung out with a hearty cheeriness: "AMERICANS for two-and-a-half and the money up! HEY?" The Reverend winced, but said mildly: "Yes--we are Americans." "Lord love you, you can just bet that's what _I_ am, |
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