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his head and stood looking at me with some impatience. 

 I gave him another, then he said no good. I could 

 understand that without an interpreter. I gave him 

 another from the same bundle I had in my coat pocket. 

 Same ceremony. He would not take it and began to 

 wax mad and put his hand on my shoulder to turn me 

 out, but I was not willing to go. It began to snow 

 pretty heavy. I held the seat I was sitting on with 

 one hand and with the other one I pulled my bundle 

 of bills and I gave it to help himself, but he still held 

 me and wanted to drag me out. I think he had suc- 

 ceeded to push me a few yards but by that time the 

 gentleman who was in the car took his arm from me. 

 Then they began to discuss rather lively and quarrel. 

 I could not understand what they said but I could 

 understand the gestures of both, and that the gentle- 

 man who interfered in my behalf was telling that man 

 I was not a swindler, and that all those bills I had 

 offered him were good. The result of that incident was 

 I went free. When we arrived, I think 28th street, I 

 thanked the gentleman the best I could and went down 

 to the post-office to see if I had a letter from France that 

 I expected. A clerk who talked French and English 

 told me there were two. He handed them to me. I 

 took them and gave him one of those dollars. He 

 looked at it and told me " I cannot take that bill. Why ? 

 I said is it bad? No it is good, but we do not take 



