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 there—spat on—but it draws your eyes along with it.

Draws your eyes along?

Yes—whether you want to or not, you've got to look after it—as long as the tiniest bit of it is in sight.

Swell people sit in it.

And read newspapers.

And smoke cigars.

And inhale the smoke. [There it a short silence.]

Is he coming?

Not yet. [''Silence again. comes down, speaks low, confidentially.''] Do you hear the telegraph wires?

I hear them when the wind blows.