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the feller tole me ` at this here Pigeon place was all three rings when it come t ' history . Yessir ! Tall , thin feller he was , in a three-button cutaway , English make , and kind of red-complected , with a sandy MUS-tache , '' pursued the pedestrian , apparently fearing his narrative might lack colour . `` I met him right comin ' out o ' the Casino at Trouville , yes ` day aft ` noon ; c ` udn ' a ' b ` en more 'n four o'clock -- hol ' on though , yes 't was , 't was nearer five , about twunty minutes t ' five , say -- an ' this feller tells me -- '' He cackled with laughter as palpably disingenuous as the corroborative details he thought necessary to muster , then he became serious , as if marvelling at his own wondrous verdancy . `` M ' friend , that feller soitn ' y found me easy . But he ca n't say I ai n't game ; he passes me the limes , but I 'm jest man enough to drink his health fer it in this sweet , sound ole-fashioned cider ` at ai n't got a headache in a barrel of it . He played me GUD , and here 's TO him ! ''