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IN spite of the lateness of the hour they were fortunate and secured seats in the first row of the balcony just at the turn on the left. It was Dave's treat and he had been disappointed at not being allowed to pay more for the tickets than he had. “I always thought grand opera was about five dollars a throw," he said doubtfully. "You sure this is the real thing, partner?" When they had left the taxicab at the door Wade had suggested that the driver call back for them after the performance.
“That's so,” agreed Dave. “Son, you come back here in a couple of hours and wait for me. You just let out a yell for Mr. Fisher and I’ll get you.” Then the carriage man slammed the door, said “Eleven-twenty" and thrust a card into Dave’s
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