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The rain dripped from the porch roof and a curtain of drizzle fell between the house and the gate where the gray horses stood. The bewhiskered individual had a rubber blanket over his knees and the water dripped from the brim of his hat into his lap -- just as it dripped from the roof over Hiram Strong's head.
On the back seat of the old-fashioned carryall sat a second man. But Hiram could not see him very well at first.