"It's the one place where money makes no difference," said Stover, with a flash—"where you stand for what you are."
Regan turned to him.
"I've fought to get here, and I'll have a fight to stay. It means something to me."
The train began to slacken in the New Haven station. They swarmed out on to the platform amid the returning gleeful crowd, crossing and intercrossing, caught up in the hubbub of shouted recognition.
"Hello, Stuffy!"
"There's Stuffy Davis!"
"Hello, boys."
"Oh, Jim Thompson, have we your eye?"
"Come on."