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On the following Friday the President of one of the great railway lines which cross Virginia was in his office when the door opened after a gentle knock and some one entered. (The offices of presidents of railroads had not then become the secret and mysterious sanctums which they have since become.) The President was busily engaged with two or three of the Directors, wealthy capitalists from the North, who had come down on important business. He was very much engrossed; and he did not look up immediately. When he did so he saw standing inside the door a queer figure, -- long, slim, angular, -- a man who looked like a boy, or a boy who looked like a man -- red-headed, freckled-faced, bashful, -- in a coat too tight even for his thin figure, breeches too short for his long legs; his hat was old and brown; his shirt was clean.
"Well, what do you want?" The President was busy.