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Now
,
how
did
he
know
that
?
he
asked
himself
as
he
went
down
the
stairs
.
And
for
the
first
block
along
the
street
he
walked
very
stiff
and
straight
and
awkwardly
,
until
he
forgot
himself
in
his
thoughts
,
whereupon
his
rolling
gait
gracefully
returned
to
him
.
A
terrible
restlessness
that
was
akin
to
hunger
afflicted
Martin
Eden
.
He
was
famished
for
a
sight
of
the
girl
whose
slender
hands
had
gripped
his
life
with
a
giant
’
s
grasp
.
He
could
not
steel
himself
to
call
upon
her
.
He
was
afraid
that
he
might
call
too
soon
,
and
so
be
guilty
of
an
awful
breach
of
that
awful
thing
called
etiquette
.
He
spent
long
hours
in
the
Oakland
and
Berkeley
libraries
,
and
made
out
application
blanks
for
membership
for
himself
,
his
sisters
Gertrude
and
Marian
,
and
Jim
,
the
latter
’
s
consent
being
obtained
at
the
expense
of
several
glasses
of
beer
.
With
four
cards
permitting
him
to
draw
books
,
he
burned
the
gas
late
in
the
servant
’
s
room
,
and
was
charged
fifty
cents
a
week
for
it
by
Mr
.
Higginbotham
.
The
many
books
he
read
but
served
to
whet
his
unrest
.
Every
page
of
every
book
was
a
peep
-
hole
into
the
realm
of
knowledge
.
His
hunger
fed
upon
what
he
read
,
and
increased
.
Also
,
he
did
not
know
where
to
begin
,
and
continually
suffered
from
lack
of
preparation
.
The
commonest
references
,
that
he
could
see
plainly
every
reader
was
expected
to
know
,
he
did
not
know
.
And
the
same
was
true
of
the
poetry
he
read
which
maddened
him
with
delight
.
He
read
more
of
Swinburne
than
was
contained
in
the
volume
Ruth
had
lent
him
;
and
"
Dolores
"
he
understood
thoroughly
.
But
surely
Ruth
did
not
understand
it
,
he
concluded
.
How
could
she
,
living
the
refined
life
she
did
?
Then
he
chanced
upon
Kipling
’
s
poems
,
and
was
swept
away
by
the
lilt
and
swing
and
glamour
with
which
familiar
things
had
been
invested
.
He
was
amazed
at
the
man
’
s
sympathy
with
life
and
at
his
incisive
psychology
.
Psychology
was
a
new
word
in
Martin
’
s
vocabulary
.
He
had
bought
a
dictionary
,
which
deed
had
decreased
his
supply
of
money
and
brought
nearer
the
day
on
which
he
must
sail
in
search
of
more
.
Also
,
it
incensed
Mr
.
Higginbotham
,
who
would
have
preferred
the
money
taking
the
form
of
board
.
He
dared
not
go
near
Ruth
’
s
neighborhood
in
the
daytime
,
but
night
found
him
lurking
like
a
thief
around
the
Morse
home
,
stealing
glimpses
at
the
windows
and
loving
the
very
walls
that
sheltered
her
.
Several
times
he
barely
escaped
being
caught
by
her
brothers
,
and
once
he
trailed
Mr
.
Morse
down
town
and
studied
his
face
in
the
lighted
streets
,
longing
all
the
while
for
some
quick
danger
of
death
to
threaten
so
that
he
might
spring
in
and
save
her
father
.
On
another
night
,
his
vigil
was
rewarded
by
a
glimpse
of
Ruth
through
a
second
-
story
window
.
He
saw
only
her
head
and
shoulders
,
and
her
arms
raised
as
she
fixed
her
hair
before
a
mirror
.
It
was
only
for
a
moment
,
but
it
was
a
long
moment
to
him
,
during
which
his
blood
turned
to
wine
and
sang
through
his
veins
.
Then
she
pulled
down
the
shade
.
But
it
was
her
room
—
he
had
learned
that
;
and
thereafter
he
strayed
there
often
,
hiding
under
a
dark
tree
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
street
and
smoking
countless
cigarettes
.
One
afternoon
he
saw
her
mother
coming
out
of
a
bank
,
and
received
another
proof
of
the
enormous
distance
that
separated
Ruth
from
him
.
She
was
of
the
class
that
dealt
with
banks
.
He
had
never
been
inside
a
bank
in
his
life
,
and
he
had
an
idea
that
such
institutions
were
frequented
only
by
the
very
rich
and
the
very
powerful
.
In
one
way
,
he
had
undergone
a
moral
revolution
.
Her
cleanness
and
purity
had
reacted
upon
him
,
and
he
felt
in
his
being
a
crying
need
to
be
clean
.
He
must
be
that
if
he
were
ever
to
be
worthy
of
breathing
the
same
air
with
her
.
He
washed
his
teeth
,
and
scrubbed
his
hands
with
a
kitchen
scrub
-
brush
till
he
saw
a
nail
-
brush
in
a
drug
-
store
window
and
divined
its
use
.
While
purchasing
it
,
the
clerk
glanced
at
his
nails
,
suggested
a
nail
-
file
,
and
so
he
became
possessed
of
an
additional
toilet
-
tool
.
He
ran
across
a
book
in
the
library
on
the
care
of
the
body
,
and
promptly
developed
a
penchant
for
a
cold
-
water
bath
every
morning
,
much
to
the
amazement
of
Jim
,
and
to
the
bewilderment
of
Mr
.
Higginbotham
,
who
was
not
in
sympathy
with
such
high
-
fangled
notions
and
who
seriously
debated
whether
or
not
he
should
charge
Martin
extra
for
the
water
.
Another
stride
was
in
the
direction
of
creased
trousers
.
Now
that
Martin
was
aroused
in
such
matters
,
he
swiftly
noted
the
difference
between
the
baggy
knees
of
the
trousers
worn
by
the
working
class
and
the
straight
line
from
knee
to
foot
of
those
worn
by
the
men
above
the
working
class
.
Also
,
he
learned
the
reason
why
,
and
invaded
his
sister
’
s
kitchen
in
search
of
irons
and
ironing
-
board
.
He
had
misadventures
at
first
,
hopelessly
burning
one
pair
and
buying
another
,
which
expenditure
again
brought
nearer
the
day
on
which
he
must
put
to
sea
.
But
the
reform
went
deeper
than
mere
outward
appearance
.
He
still
smoked
,
but
he
drank
no
more
.
Up
to
that
time
,
drinking
had
seemed
to
him
the
proper
thing
for
men
to
do
,
and
he
had
prided
himself
on
his
strong
head
which
enabled
him
to
drink
most
men
under
the
table
.
Whenever
he
encountered
a
chance
shipmate
,
and
there
were
many
in
San
Francisco
,
he
treated
them
and
was
treated
in
turn
,
as
of
old
,
but
he
ordered
for
himself
root
beer
or
ginger
ale
and
good
-
naturedly
endured
their
chaffing
.
And
as
they
waxed
maudlin
he
studied
them
,
watching
the
beast
rise
and
master
them
and
thanking
God
that
he
was
no
longer
as
they
.
They
had
their
limitations
to
forget
,
and
when
they
were
drunk
,
their
dim
,
stupid
spirits
were
even
as
gods
,
and
each
ruled
in
his
heaven
of
intoxicated
desire
.
With
Martin
the
need
for
strong
drink
had
vanished
.
He
was
drunken
in
new
and
more
profound
ways
—
with
Ruth
,
who
had
fired
him
with
love
and
with
a
glimpse
of
higher
and
eternal
life
;
with
books
,
that
had
set
a
myriad
maggots
of
desire
gnawing
in
his
brain
;
and
with
the
sense
of
personal
cleanliness
he
was
achieving
,
that
gave
him
even
more
superb
health
than
what
he
had
enjoyed
and
that
made
his
whole
body
sing
with
physical
well
-
being
.
One
night
he
went
to
the
theatre
,
on
the
blind
chance
that
he
might
see
her
there
,
and
from
the
second
balcony
he
did
see
her
.
He
saw
her
come
down
the
aisle
,
with
Arthur
and
a
strange
young
man
with
a
football
mop
of
hair
and
eyeglasses
,
the
sight
of
whom
spurred
him
to
instant
apprehension
and
jealousy
.
He
saw
her
take
her
seat
in
the
orchestra
circle
,
and
little
else
than
her
did
he
see
that
night
—
a
pair
of
slender
white
shoulders
and
a
mass
of
pale
gold
hair
,
dim
with
distance
.
But
there
were
others
who
saw
,
and
now
and
again
,
glancing
at
those
about
him
,
he
noted
two
young
girls
who
looked
back
from
the
row
in
front
,
a
dozen
seats
along
,
and
who
smiled
at
him
with
bold
eyes
.
He
had
always
been
easy
-
going
.
It
was
not
in
his
nature
to
give
rebuff
.
In
the
old
days
he
would
have
smiled
back
,
and
gone
further
and
encouraged
smiling
.
But
now
it
was
different
.
He
did
smile
back
,
then
looked
away
,
and
looked
no
more
deliberately
.
But
several
times
,
forgetting
the
existence
of
the
two
girls
,
his
eyes
caught
their
smiles
.
He
could
not
re
-
thumb
himself
in
a
day
,
nor
could
he
violate
the
intrinsic
kindliness
of
his
nature
;
so
,
at
such
moments
,
he
smiled
at
the
girls
in
warm
human
friendliness
.
It
was
nothing
new
to
him
.
He
knew
they
were
reaching
out
their
woman
’
s
hands
to
him
.
But
it
was
different
now
.
Far
down
there
in
the
orchestra
circle
was
the
one
woman
in
all
the
world
,
so
different
,
so
terrifically
different
,
from
these
two
girls
of
his
class
,
that
he
could
feel
for
them
only
pity
and
sorrow
.
