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"
No
,
no
;
not
that
.
It
is
something
else
.
A
stale
,
sickish
smell
.
"
Martin
sampled
the
air
before
replying
.
"
I
can
’
t
smell
anything
else
,
except
stale
tobacco
smoke
,
"
he
announced
.
"
That
’
s
it
.
It
is
terrible
.
Why
do
you
smoke
so
much
,
Martin
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
except
that
I
smoke
more
than
usual
when
I
am
lonely
.
And
then
,
too
,
it
’
s
such
a
long
-
standing
habit
.
I
learned
when
I
was
only
a
youngster
.
"
"
It
is
not
a
nice
habit
,
you
know
,
"
she
reproved
.
"
It
smells
to
heaven
.
"
"
That
’
s
the
fault
of
the
tobacco
.
I
can
afford
only
the
cheapest
.
But
wait
until
I
get
that
forty
-
dollar
check
.
I
’
ll
use
a
brand
that
is
not
offensive
even
to
the
angels
.
But
that
wasn
’
t
so
bad
,
was
it
,
two
acceptances
in
three
days
?
That
forty
-
five
dollars
will
pay
about
all
my
debts
.
"
"
For
two
years
’
work
?
"
she
queried
.
"
No
,
for
less
than
a
week
’
s
work
.
Please
pass
me
that
book
over
on
the
far
corner
of
the
table
,
the
account
book
with
the
gray
cover
.
"
He
opened
it
and
began
turning
over
the
pages
rapidly
.
"
Yes
,
I
was
right
.
Four
days
for
‘
The
Ring
of
Bells
,
’
two
days
for
‘
The
Whirlpool
.
’
That
’
s
forty
-
five
dollars
for
a
week
’
s
work
,
one
hundred
and
eighty
dollars
a
month
.
That
beats
any
salary
I
can
command
.
And
,
besides
,
I
’
m
just
beginning
.
A
thousand
dollars
a
month
is
not
too
much
to
buy
for
you
all
I
want
you
to
have
.
A
salary
of
five
hundred
a
month
would
be
too
small
.
That
forty
-
five
dollars
is
just
a
starter
.
Wait
till
I
get
my
stride
.
Then
watch
my
smoke
.
"
Ruth
misunderstood
his
slang
,
and
reverted
to
cigarettes
.
"
You
smoke
more
than
enough
as
it
is
,
and
the
brand
of
tobacco
will
make
no
difference
.
It
is
the
smoking
itself
that
is
not
nice
,
no
matter
what
the
brand
may
be
.
You
are
a
chimney
,
a
living
volcano
,
a
perambulating
smoke
-
stack
,
and
you
are
a
perfect
disgrace
,
Martin
dear
,
you
know
you
are
.
"
She
leaned
toward
him
,
entreaty
in
her
eyes
,
and
as
he
looked
at
her
delicate
face
and
into
her
pure
,
limpid
eyes
,
as
of
old
he
was
struck
with
his
own
unworthiness
.
