DUSK "There, sonny--behold the city of your dreams! Good old New York, as per schedule.

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Gee! Ain't she great ?" The slim, self-possessed youth of twenty hardly seemed to expect an answer; but the man addressed in this pert manner, though the senior of the pair by six years, felt that the emotion throbbing in his heart must be allowed to bubble forth lest he became hysterical.
"Old New York, do you call it ?" he asked quietly.