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Dis ai n't no Nigger 's Rest . Dis yere 's all Eyetalian . '' St. George hurried to Fifty-ninth Street . It was not yet ten o'clock , but the departure of the prince made him vaguely uneasy and for his life he could not have waited longer . Perhaps it was not true at all ; perhaps none of it had happened . The McDougle Street part had vanished ; what if the Boris too were a myth ? But as he sprang up the steps at the apartment house St. George knew better .