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The afternoon Congressional from Washington bumped to a halt in a gloomy cavern beneath Manhattan's Pennsylvania Station one evening last week. Amid the crowd that surged out onto the platform, indistinguishable from his fellow passengers except for an extra bit of height (6 ft. 1 in.) and an extra gleam in his eye, walked a middle-aged man with a battered suitcase in his hand and his coat collar turned up against the wintry drafts. As he made his way through the station to the snow-blanketed street to hail himself a...
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