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Moreover, Jarge Double-ye Walker, he continued, too quickly for interruption, and emphasizing each clause with clenched fists,
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Mr. O'Connor, the president said, sharply,
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I ax your pardon, Mr. Prisidint, said O'Connor. He was now his old self, and went on with homely courtesy, to say:
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It is my wish, sor, to say just a few worruds more regyardin' me idee av phwat conshtitutes the fitness av a man for the job av managin' the affairs av odthers than himself—wid your kind permission, Mr. Prisidint, and I'll not be long, at all, at all.