"Nor one expected?"
"No. There _was_ a circus, but it went through last week."
SAMMY
It was on the Limited: 10.30 Night Express out of Louisville, bound
south to Nashville and beyond.
I had lower Four.
When I entered the sleeper the porter was making up the berths, the
passengers sitting about in each other's way until their beds
were ready.
I laid my bag on an empty seat, threw my overcoat over its back, and sat
down to face a newspaper within a foot of my nose. There was a man
behind it, but he was too intent on its columns to be aware of my
presence. I made an inspection of his arms and hands and right leg, the
only portions of his surface exposed to view.
I noticed that the hands were strong and well-shaped, their backs
speckled with brown spots--too well kept to have guided a plough and
too weather-tanned to have wielded a pen. The leg which was crossed, the
foot resting on the left knee, was full and sinewy, the muscles of the
thigh well developed, and the round of the calf firmly modelled.
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