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"Great balls of fire! Looka here! See mah luck! " Jake stopped in his tracks... went on. stopped again... retraced his steps... checked himself. "Guess I won't go back right now. Never let a woman think you're too crazy about her. But she's a particularly sweet piece a business. Me and her again tonight. Handful o' luck shot straight outa heaven. Oh, boy! Harlem is mine!"
Jake went rolling along Fifth Avenue. He crossed over to Lenox Avenue and went into Uncle Doc's saloon, where he had left his bag. Called for a glass of Scotch. "Gimme the siphon, Doc. I'm off the straight stuff."