Happy in the hope that the news was exclusive, the Despatch had thrown the name of Stephen Hallowell, his portrait, a picture of his house, and the words, At Point of Death! across three columns. The announcement was heavy, lachrymose, bristling with the melancholy self-importance of the man who saw the deceased, just two minutes before the train hit him.
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