[Somewhere Quiet]

[CHECK ROOM]
Mr. Bunion: Here Boy! Give me a check for this valise! I'm going in and sit down hail and rest, yes. I don't want to be bothered with it so check it for me!
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Mr. Bunion: Now I'll sit down and take a good rest. Its quiet here.
Man: Hello! Mr. Bunion! Nice weather we are having, isn't it?
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Mr. Bunion: Yes! It looks like it is going to thaw.
Man: Well! I don't know about that Jerome seems to have the ase well in hand yet, you can't tell I was--
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Mr. Bunion: Huh! I"ll bet I'm not going to get a rest.!
Man: I was reading here that the jury have already made up their minds. It seems a pity that a food mother and her daughter--
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Mr. Bunion: I'll bet four dollars I an not going to get a rest.
Man: Should be so horridly punished for a mistake they have made. I think a man who was shot is better off than all the other connected with--
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Mr. Bunion: I'll bet sixteen I'm not going to get a rest!
Man: The case. I'd rather be dead than be in any one of their boots, the woman in any case should receive the sympathy of all for reason that she is weak, yet, in some cases we find--
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Mr. Bunion: Pshaw! I"ll get out of here
Man: Her a demon and we are compelled to abandon her. I don't believe there is a vicious woman in this case--
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[CHECK ROOM]
Mr. Bunion: Give me my valise, boy. Here's the check. I'll not stay here. I'll go on my way. I'd rather carry the old thing around with me than listen to him.