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retired with it to the smoking room. Comparing time-table and watch showed that they had already made up almost forty minutes. At that rate they might reach Boston at eight or shortly after. For the Girl's sake he almost hoped that they wouldn't, for he hated to think of her going on without any dinner. They wasted no time in Providence, but pulled out quickly and went whizzing away again through the night. A little border of snow appeared about the window casement and flakes settled against the glass to melt and trickle down in wavering paths. Wade lighted his pipe, but he had had an early luncheon and tobacco didn't taste very well. He made up his mind that he wouldn't return to his seat until they approached Boston. He wished that he hadn't left his magazines behind him on the other train in his hurry. Someone, however, had abandoned a portion of the Sunday Times and he rescued that from the smoking room floor and found that it contained the mining news.
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