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When at last Mr. Alderman Flapp emerged, swathed in a comforter and in a flowing self-consciousness of equity, Mr. Flipp approached on the tips of his holeful boots, and whispered, I am the dirty crossing-man; are you the dirty crossing-boy?
— and in another moment they were locked in each others' arms.
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When
at
last
Mr.
Alderman
Flapp
emerged,
swathed
in
a
comforter
and
in
a
flowing
self-consciousness
of
equity,
Mr.
Flipp
approached
on
the
tips
of
his
holeful
boots,
and
whispered,
"I
am
the
dirty
crossing-man;
are
you
the
dirty
crossing-boy?"
—
and
in
another
moment
they
were
locked
in
each
others'
arms.
