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Late one afternoon last week a lone man, following a porter carrying his bags, traipsed through Washington's Union Station among the crowd hurrying to catch the 6 o'clock train to Manhattan. In his seat in the parlor car he was just one more traveler. Those who failed to recognize his square-cut features, his shag of greying hair, his solid bulk, little dreamed that they were witnessing the departure of a famed citizen on the greatest adventure of his life. William Edgar Borah, after 30 years of uncertain thought, was for...
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