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<p>The night clerk led him up three flights of stairs<br />
And down a narrow passage full of doors,<br />
At the last one of which he knocked and entered.<br />
“Lafe, here’s a fellow wants to share your room.”
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<p>“Yes, Layfayette.<br />
You got it the first time. And yours?”
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<p>“A Doctor?”
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<p>“Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed.<br />
You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.”
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<p>The Doctor caught his throat convulsively.<br />
“Oh—ah—fourteen—fourteen.”
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<p>“No room,” the night clerk said. “Unless——”<br />
Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps<br />
And cars that shock and rattle—and one hotel.
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<p>“You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.<br />
I almost know their farms as well as they do.”
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<p>“You drive around? It must be pleasant work.”
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<p>“Lafe was the name, I think?”
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<p>“Who is it?”
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<p>“I can search you?<br />
Where are you moving over to? Stay still.<br />
You’d better tuck your money under you<br />
And sleep on it the way I always do<br />
When I’m with people I don’t trust at night.”
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<p>“Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.”
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<p>“Professor Square-the-circle-till-you’re-tired?<br />
Hold on, there’s something I don’t think of now<br />
That I had on my mind to ask the first<br />
Man that knew anything I happened in with.<br />
I’ll ask you later—don’t let me forget it.”
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<p>“Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him,<br />
I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.”<br />
The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.<br />
“This will be yours. Good-night,” he said, and went.
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<p>The night clerk blinked his eyes and dared him on.<br />
“Who’s that man sleeping in the office chair?<br />
Has he had the refusal of my chance?”
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<p>“I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man.<br />
Separate beds of course you understand.”
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<p>The Doctor made a subdued dash for it,<br />
And propped himself at bay against a pillow.
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<p>“Well, a teacher.”
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<p>“A man.”
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<p>“But really I—I have so many collars.”
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