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The policeman was standing at the corner of Twenty-fourth Street and a prodigiously dark alley near where the elevated railroad crosses the street.

Across our two dishes of spaghetti, in a corner of Provenzano's restaurant, Jeff Peters was explaining to me the three kinds of graft.

Besides many other things, Raggles was a poet. He was called a tramp; but that was only an elliptical way of saying that he was a philosopher, an artist, a traveller, a naturalist and a discoverer.

The Blue Light Drug Store is downtown, between the Bowery and First Avenue, where the distance between the two streets is the shortest.

Willard Greddie, consul for the United States in Coralio, was working leisurely on his yearly report. Goodwin, who had strolled in as he did daily for a smoke on the much coveted porch, had found him so absorbed in his work that he departed after roundly abusing the consul for his lack of hospitality.

Since the bar has been blessed by the clergy, and cocktails open the dinners of the elect, one may speak of the saloon.

Brown as a coffee-berry, rugged, pistoled, spurred, wary, indefeasible, I saw my old friend, Deputy-Marshal Buck Caperton, stumble, with jingling rowels, into a chair in the marshal's outer office.

Inexorably Sam Galloway saddled his pony. He was going away from the Rancho Altito at the end of a three-months' visit.

New York City, they said, was deserted; and that accounted, doubtless, for the sounds carrying so far in the tranquil summer air.

Dry Valley Johnson shook the bottle. You have to shake the bottle before using; for sulphur will not dissolve.

LAWYER GOOCH bestowed his undivided attention upon the engrossing arts of his profession. But one flight of fancy did he allow his mind to entertain.