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train for Quebec leaving at eight-thirty or around there?"
The conductor made a last correction and slipped his pencil back.
"No, nothing until nine," he answered, looking up. "Aren't you the gentleman who wanted a berth?"
"Yes.".
"Thought so. Sorry there isn't anything. Travel's heavier tonight than I've seen it for months. Everybody's going home at once, it seems."
"Could I leave this train and get the nine o'clock anywhere along here?"
"Yes, at Lowell; 9:10. I don't know whether you could get anything on that or not, though. You might try it."
"When would I get to Quebec?"
"Well, if you made connection at Montreal you'd get there about three tomorrow," Wade glanced at his watch.
"I believe I'll try it," he muttered.
"If this snow keeps up, though," continued the conductor, "we are both likely
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