It was Dale Hubbard, another exsoldier, nephew of one of the big lumber men of Centralia. There was a blonde eating a sandwich at the other end of the counter. Individual lives don't matter, this isn't the time for lettin' your personal feelin's get away with you or em-barrassin' the authorities with criticism. she kept saying.
Then he said he thought he'd go on deck to see if the immigration officers had come. 's secretary, was already in the box. He's out on the floor. Jim stood against the radiator with his thumbs in the armholes of his vest.
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