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Text for Page 159 [03-28-1863]

              A. F. came rushing after me, 
palpably for a drink, which I stood.
He looks dreadfully raffish and
battered with a ragged coat and his hat cocked knowingly over one eye, lives anyhow � that is
by sponging � and I don�t know
that he knows each morning where
he�ll lie down at night.            Frank
Wood, I met, while descending
Beckman Street with the intention 
of calling on the Ill News Office
to see Bill Waud.          He looks
tamer than during his unmarried
state, as if matrimony had brought
with it its cares and responsibilities.
He is night-editor on the Journal
of Commerce, a beastly old �conserva-
tive� pro-slavery paper and, I
suppose at home there.   In talking
with him I purposely assumed that
he was writing for the Caucasian, 
which he did not deny.      We had
a bit of  a spar about Englishmen�s 
inevitable disappointment on returning               
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