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AFTER TWENTY YEARS Part II
There was now a cold rain falling and the wind was blowing steadily. The few passers-by hurried along silently, with coat collars turned high and hands in their pockets. And in the doorway of the store stood the man, who had come a thousand miles to see a friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.
He waited about twenty minutes, and then a tall man in a long overcoat with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.
"Is that you, Bob?" he asked doubtfully.
"Is that you, Jimmy?" cried the man in the doorway.
"Of course!" exclaimed the newcomer grasping both the other's hands with his own.
"You've changed a lot, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall."
"Oh, I grew a little after I was twenty. "
"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"
"Not bad. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob, we'll go to a place I know and have a good long talk about old times."
The two men started up the street arm-in-arm. The man from the West was beginning to tell the history of his career. The other, listened with interest.
At the corner stood a drug-store brightly lit. When they came into the
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