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trouble past, they would saunter comfortably home.
In this case Victoria had the start and was further up-town, but Morton's huge stride carried him forward at greater speed than Victoria's steady swing.
Now, if A starts from C, walking at the rate of a hundred and twenty miles an hour, and B starts from D, walking at the rate of a hundred and eighty miles an hour, how long will it take B to overtake A?
The result occurred in the neighborhood of Thirty-Second Street and Eighth Avenue. By a common impulse they had made for that region. There they had formerly indulged their mutual peripatetic propensities. And the neighborhood being unfrequented, a higher steam-pressure and a more regular course could be assured.
It suddenly dawned on Morton that the back of the girl walking a block or so directly in front of him was strangely familiar: that strong stride, that broad-shouldered, erect carriage, and—completing and convincing detail—the heavy hair that was struggling to let itself down. That
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