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The glowing end of a cigar upon the porch of the adjoining house told Gilman that young Wix was at home, and, full of his important enterprise, he stopped in front of the Wix gate to gloat.
"Hello, Gilman," said Wix, sauntering down. "Out pretty late for a mere infant of twenty-four?"