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Again
,
time
hanging
heavily
on
his
hands
,
he
went
home
early
,
and
this
continued
for
several
days
,
each
day
the
need
to
hunt
paining
him
,
and
each
day
disgust
,
depression
,
shamefacedness
driving
him
into
lobby
idleness
.
At
last
three
days
came
in
which
a
storm
prevailed
,
and
he
did
not
go
out
at
all
.
The
snow
began
to
fall
late
one
afternoon
.
It
was
a
regular
flurry
of
large
,
soft
,
white
flakes
.
In
the
morning
it
was
still
coming
down
with
a
high
wind
,
and
the
papers
announced
a
blizzard
.
From
out
the
front
windows
one
could
see
a
deep
,
soft
bedding
.
“
I
guess
I
’
ll
not
try
to
go
out
to
-
day
,
”
he
said
to
Carrie
at
breakfast
.
“
It
’
s
going
to
be
awful
bad
,
so
the
papers
say
.
”
“
The
man
hasn
’
t
brought
my
coal
,
either
,
”
said
Carrie
,
who
ordered
by
the
bushel
.
“
I
’
ll
go
over
and
see
about
it
,
”
said
Hurstwood
.
This
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
suggested
doing
an
errand
,
but
,
somehow
,
the
wish
to
sit
about
the
house
prompted
it
as
a
sort
of
compensation
for
the
privilege
.
All
day
and
all
night
it
snowed
,
and
the
city
began
to
suffer
from
a
general
blockade
of
traffic
.
Great
attention
was
given
to
the
details
of
the
storm
by
the
newspapers
,
which
played
up
the
distress
of
the
poor
in
large
type
.
Hurstwood
sat
and
read
by
his
radiator
in
the
corner
.
He
did
not
try
to
think
about
his
need
of
work
.
This
storm
being
so
terrific
,
and
tying
up
all
things
,
robbed
him
of
the
need
.
He
made
himself
wholly
comfortable
and
toasted
his
feet
.
Carrie
observed
his
ease
with
some
misgiving
.
For
all
the
fury
of
the
storm
she
doubted
his
comfort
.
He
took
his
situation
too
philosophically
.
Hurstwood
,
however
,
read
on
and
on
.
He
did
not
pay
much
attention
to
Carrie
.
She
fulfilled
her
household
duties
and
said
little
to
disturb
him
.
The
next
day
it
was
still
snowing
,
and
the
next
,
bitter
cold
.
Hurstwood
took
the
alarm
of
the
paper
and
sat
still
.
Now
he
volunteered
to
do
a
few
other
little
things
.
One
was
to
go
to
the
butcher
,
another
to
the
grocery
.
He
really
thought
nothing
of
these
little
services
in
connection
with
their
true
significance
.
He
felt
as
if
he
were
not
wholly
useless
—
indeed
,
in
such
a
stress
of
weather
,
quite
worth
while
about
the
house
.
