human
Two quarts of cream! said the small man.
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Whew!
human
He must be rich if he takes all that cream, said the postmaster.
gpt
A half a pint a day about breaks me, but my wife must have it for her coffee.
human
He must be rich, he said.
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Any man in Banbridge that buys as much as he does from a store in the place, an' wants his bills regular every Saturday night, has got somethin'.
human
Has he paid 'em?
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All except the last one, an' that he didn't pay because I couldn't cash a check for five hundred and give him the balance. 'Lord, sir,' says I, 'ef you want a check of that value cashed, you'll have to go to John Wanamaker. That's as much as I take in Banbridge in a whole year.' 'Well, mebbe you'll do better this year,' says he, laughing, and goes out. He's a fine-spoken man, an' it was a lucky day for Banbridge when he come here.
human
He don't buy many postage-stamps, said the postmaster, thoughtfully,
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That man's wuth a mighty lot of money now, said he,
human
What do you mean, John?
gpt
Well, now, I'll tell you what I mean. That man, it's Cap. Carroll what's just arraigned to Banbridge that you're all talkin' about, ain't it?
human
Yes. Go ahead.
gpt
Well, now, Cap. Carroll is agoin' to be one of them great clapatalists, ef he ain't now,
human
How?
gpt
Well, he got holt of some stock that's goin' to bust the market and turn Wall Street into a mill-stream in less than a year, ef it keeps on as it has went so fur.
human
What is it?
gpt
Oh, slow up yer jaw, and gimme a chance sometime, he growled.
human
I want to git home an' git my breakfast. I'm hungry.
gpt
Well, it's Bonaflora mining-stock, ef you want to know,
human
Where is it?
gpt
Out West somewhere. It ain't but fifty cents a share, an' it's goin' up like a skyrocket, an' there's others. There's a new railroad out there, an' other mines, an' a new invention for makin' fuel out of coal-dust, an' some other things.
human
Is Captain Carroll the president of them? asked the small man, with an impressed air. He was very young, and eager-looking, and very shabby. He grubbed on a tiny ancestral farm, for a living for himself and wife and four children, young as he was. He had never had enough to eat, at least of proper food. He did not come to the
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Tonsorial Parlor