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Then he sat up very straight to let people see that they were riding in the same car with the great Nellie Duluth 's husband . Lucky dog ! Every one was saying that about him , he was sure . But every one else had a noon extra , worse luck ! After a while he sagged down into the seat and allowed his baby-blue eyes to fall into a brown study . In his mind 's eye he was seeing a thousand miles beyond the western bank of the Hudson , far off into the quiet streets of a town that scarcely had heard the name of Nellie Duluth and yet knew him by name and fame , even to the remotest nook of it . They were good old days , sweet old days , those days when he was courting her -- when she was one among many and he the only one .