It was pitch dark along the road and had anybody been listening in the
shrubbery they would have heard the voice of a woman remonstrating with a
man. “I won’t,” exclaimed the woman, “I think you are a brute.”
“You’ll either do what I say or get out and walk home,” roared the deep
voice of the man.
“All right, I’ll walk,” said the woman, “but wait till I tell my husband.
I paid my fare and you rang it up just before we left the city limits,”
and she indignantly left the street car.
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