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`` Him ! Why , say , he ought to work in a pickle factory instead of a watchworks . All he needs is a little dill and a handful of grape leaves to make him good eatin ' as a relish . '' And she thought of Chuck Mory , perched on the high seat of the American Express truck , hatless , sunburned , stockily muscular , clattering down Winnebago Street on his way to the depot and the 7:50 train . Something about the clear simplicity and uprightness of the firm little figure appealed to Nap Ballou . He used to regard her curiously with a long , hard gaze before which she would grow uncomfortable . `` Think you 'll know me next time you see me ? ''