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ble charm to this legal pugilist. But his cue was now to be silent and let Wilder talk.
"Here, dear boy," that seraphic individual was explaining, "is where Noggs lives, the wealthy merchant prince of Grand Rapids. And here's the cottage of our distinguished author. Don't have to work, you know. Just writes books and people buy 'em. Snap, ain't it?"
"Looks that way," said Jarrod. "What's that cottage standing in the middle of yonder avenue?"
"Oh, that belongs to old man Easton."
"Why is it there?"
"Why, lake front lots are scarce, you know; but cottages on the lake front rent for good money. So Easton built one in the street, and rents it at a high figure. Clever scheme, ain't it?"
"Did n't the cottage owners object?"
