In a crowd that had just been unloaded from the wagon on the steep street outside the policestation she caught sight of a tal man she recognized as Donald Stevens from his picture in the Daily. She sat on a bench opposite the window with two Jewish garmentworkers and a wel dressed woman in a flowered sum -467-No lack of gold auggets, twentydol ar goldpieces, big silver cartwheels. They couldn't get anything to eat although Eleanor said she was starving and when J.
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