Judgin' from stories and the yarns in the Boston newspapers, folks up our way have the idea that this town is a sort of annex to the bad place.

All right, then we won't trouble the Commodore.

I notice you're lookin' over my quarters.

What do you think of 'em ?" Pearson had, in spite of himself, been glancing about the room.

Its luxury and the evident signs of taste and wealth surprised him greatly.
"Astonish you to find me livin' in a place like this, hey ?" "Why, why, yes, it does, somewhat.