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CHAPTER SIX-2
‘The truth is,’ he told himself, ‘I should have taken a great deal more time going through my own library. I am sure that there are books on America that will tell me far more than I know at the moment.’ But it was too late now and he knew that what he had really come for was just ahead of him. Mr. Wilbur had not exaggerated the excitement and fantastic appearance of the oil fields. They arrived and were taken to what he understood was the most comfortable inn in town, although it looked shabby and rough after the comfort of Fifth Avenue. What he was really excited about were the oil wells themselves and these were to be seen everywhere. As Mr. Wilbur explained to him it was ‘every man for himself’, a well-established American tradition. There was no one around who was not desperate
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