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, ' , , afterall; thathewouldgoovertoSanFrancisco, totheTranscontinentaloffice, collectthefivedollarsduehim, andwithitredeemhissuitofclothes.
, bypreference, fromBrissenden, , , , andheknewnooneinSanFranciscofromwhomtoborrowanothertencents.
ThedoortotheTranscontinentalofficewasajar, andMartin, intheactofopeningit, wasbroughttoasuddenpausebyaloudvoicefromwithin, whichexclaimed:- "Butthatisnotthequestion, ." (Ford, Martinknew, fromhiscorrespondence, tobetheeditor'sname.) "Thequestionis, areyoupreparedtopay?—cash, andcashdown, Imean? , rightnow, theChristmasTranscontinentaldon', comeandseeme."
Thedoorjerkedopen, andthemanflungpastMartin, withanangrycountenanceandwentdownthecorridor, , , , , theboybeckonedhimfromhalfwayacrosstheroomandledhimtotheprivateoffice, ', youthful-lookingman, sittingataroll-topdesk, .
"I—IamMartinEden," Martinbegantheconversation.("AndIwantmyfivedollars," waswhathewouldhavelikedtosay.)
Butthiswashisfirsteditor, , "Youdon'tsayso!" andthenextmoment, withbothhands, wasshakingMartin'shandeffusively.
"Can'tsayhowgladIamtoseeyou, ."
HereheheldMartinoffatarm'slengthandranhisbeamingeyesoverMartin'ssecond-bestsuit, whichwasalsohisworstsuit, andwhichwasraggedandpastrepair, thoughthetrousersshowedthecarefulcreasehehadputinwithMaria'sflat-irons.
"Iconfess, though, , youknow, showedsuchbreadth, andvigor, , thatstory—; firstletmeintroduceyoutothestaff."

