Cass, the teller, certainly shunned him as he would a leper.
The Teller only tried to move his free hand to the shoulder Barrett had shaken.
“Not at all,” courtesied the teller of stories, as he led the way inside.
He saw the cashier and Martha standing by the teller's window.
The former said something and handed the teller the bank book and the roll of bills.
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