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“
What
the
deuce
,
”
he
said
,
swaggering
mentally
to
hide
his
own
shame
from
himself
.
“
I
’
m
not
so
bad
.
I
’
m
not
down
yet
.
”
He
looked
around
the
square
,
and
seeing
the
several
large
hotels
,
decided
to
go
to
one
for
dinner
.
He
would
get
his
papers
and
make
himself
comfortable
there
.
He
ascended
into
the
fine
parlour
of
the
Morton
House
,
then
one
of
the
best
New
York
hotels
,
and
,
finding
a
cushioned
seat
,
read
.
It
did
not
trouble
him
much
that
his
decreasing
sum
of
money
did
not
allow
of
such
extravagance
.
Like
the
morphine
fiend
,
he
was
becoming
addicted
to
his
ease
.
Anything
to
relieve
his
mental
distress
,
to
satisfy
his
craving
for
comfort
.
He
must
do
it
.
No
thoughts
for
the
morrow
—
he
could
not
stand
to
think
of
it
any
more
than
he
could
of
any
other
calamity
.
Like
the
certainty
of
death
,
he
tried
to
shut
the
certainty
of
soon
being
without
a
dollar
completely
out
of
his
mind
,
and
he
came
very
near
doing
it
.
Well
-
dressed
guests
moving
to
and
fro
over
the
thick
carpets
carried
him
back
to
the
old
days
.
A
young
lady
,
a
guest
of
the
house
,
playing
a
piano
in
an
alcove
pleased
him
.
He
sat
there
reading
.
His
dinner
cost
him
$
1
.
50
.
By
eight
o
’
clock
he
was
through
,
and
then
,
seeing
guests
leaving
and
the
crowd
of
pleasure
-
seekers
thickening
outside
wondered
where
he
should
go
.
Not
home
.
Carrie
would
be
up
.
No
,
he
would
not
go
back
there
this
evening
.
He
would
stay
out
and
knock
around
as
a
man
who
was
independent
—
not
broke
—
well
might
.
He
bought
a
cigar
,
and
went
outside
on
the
corner
where
other
individuals
were
lounging
—
brokers
,
racing
people
,
thespians
—
his
own
flesh
and
blood
.
As
he
stood
there
,
he
thought
of
the
old
evenings
in
Chicago
,
and
how
he
used
to
dispose
of
them
.
Many
’
s
the
game
he
had
had
.
This
took
him
to
poker
.
“
I
didn
’
t
do
that
thing
right
the
other
day
,
”
he
thought
,
referring
to
his
loss
of
sixty
dollars
.
“
I
shouldn
’
t
have
weakened
.
I
could
have
bluffed
that
fellow
down
.
I
wasn
’
t
in
form
,
that
’
s
what
ailed
me
.
”
Then
he
studied
the
possibilities
of
the
game
as
it
had
been
played
,
and
began
to
figure
how
he
might
have
won
,
in
several
instances
,
by
bluffing
a
little
harder
.
“
I
’
m
old
enough
to
play
poker
and
do
something
with
it
.
I
’
ll
try
my
hand
to
-
night
.
”
Visions
of
a
big
stake
floated
before
him
.
Supposing
he
did
win
a
couple
of
hundred
,
wouldn
’
t
he
be
in
it
?
Lots
of
sports
he
knew
made
their
living
at
this
game
,
and
a
good
living
,
too
.
