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Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions that follow:
"I tell you what, Jones," one of them said, "I shall never forget my first few years in this
town. When I first struck this place, I hadn't more than fifteen cents to my name, hadn't
a rag except what I stood up in, and all the place I had to sleep was an empty tar barre chud
"My dear Robinson," replied Jones, "if you imagine I've had no experience of hardship
of that sort, you never made a bigger mistake in your life. When I first walked into this
town I hadn't a cent, sir, not a cent, and as for lodging, all the place I had for months and
months was an old piano box up a lane, behind a factory."
tar barrel is like. Why, on winter nights ahere ve dibe shut in there in your piano box
"My dear Jones," Robinson broke in, "You merely show that you don't know what a
as you please, I used to lie awake shivering, with the wind running in at the
snus
"Wind!" sneered Jones! "Don't talk to me about winds. This piano box had a whole
darned plank off it. I used to sit there studying in the evenings, and the snow would blow
ha foot deep. And yet, sir," he continued "I don't mind admitting that some of the happiest
days of my life were spent in that same old box bea wake up there in the mornings and
shout with high spirits. Of course, you may not be able to stand that kind of life."
"Not stand it!" cried Robinson fiercely! "By God! I am made for it, I just wish I had
a taste of the old life again for a while. What a grand old life it was! I can remember
evenings when I'd have two or three fellows in, and we would sit round and play cards
by a candle half the night."
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"Two or three!" laughed Jones; " why, my dear fellow, half dozen of used to sit down to
supper in my piano box, and have a game of cards afterwards. Mighty good suppers they
were too! By God, Robinson, you fellows have ruined your digestions with high living."
Then the waiter appeared with the question:
"What may I bring you for dinner, gentlemen?"
"Dinner!" said Jones. Oh, anything, nothing -I never care what I eat-give me a little
cold porridge, if you've got it, anything you like, it's all the same to me."
The waiter turned with an impassive face to Robinson.
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