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THEY pulled into Sherbrooke over an hour late with the snow falling busily out of a low and leaden sky. It was only a little more than half-past eight then, but Wade had been awake ever since six o’clock, and awake a good deal before that, and as soon as the train came to a stop in front of the station he was out and plowing through the snow the dining room. A cup of steaming hot coffee set him right and, preferring to eat his breakfast at his leisure, he transferred his bag to the New York sleeper. The Boston and Maine, with its proverbial solicitude for its patrons’ comfort and convenience, ran no sleeping car through from Boston to Quebec, but required passengers to arise in the early morning and change to the New York sleeper, thus acquiring
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