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“
What
a
day
to
go
over
there
,
”
thought
Carrie
.
Now
he
left
before
she
did
,
which
was
a
remarkable
thing
,
and
tramped
eastward
to
Fourteenth
Street
and
Sixth
Avenue
,
where
he
took
the
car
.
He
had
read
that
scores
of
applicants
were
applying
at
the
office
of
the
Brooklyn
City
Railroad
building
and
were
being
received
.
He
made
his
way
there
by
horse
-
car
and
ferry
—
a
dark
,
silent
man
—
to
the
offices
in
question
.
It
was
a
long
way
,
for
no
cars
were
running
,
and
the
day
was
cold
;
but
he
trudged
along
grimly
.
Once
in
Brooklyn
,
he
could
clearly
see
and
feel
that
a
strike
was
on
.
People
showed
it
in
their
manner
.
Along
the
routes
of
certain
tracks
not
a
car
was
running
.
About
certain
corners
and
nearby
saloons
small
groups
of
men
were
lounging
.
Several
spring
wagons
passed
him
,
equipped
with
plain
wooden
chairs
,
and
labelled
“
Flatbush
”
or
“
Prospect
Park
.
Fare
,
Ten
Cents
.
”
He
noticed
cold
and
even
gloomy
faces
.
Labour
was
having
its
little
war
.
When
he
came
near
the
office
in
question
,
he
saw
a
few
men
standing
about
,
and
some
policemen
.
On
the
far
corners
were
other
men
—
whom
he
took
to
be
strikers
—
watching
.
All
the
houses
were
small
and
wooden
,
the
streets
poorly
paved
.
After
New
York
,
Brooklyn
looked
actually
poor
and
hard
-
up
.
He
made
his
way
into
the
heart
of
the
small
group
,
eyed
by
policemen
and
the
men
already
there
.
One
of
the
officers
addressed
him
.
“
What
are
you
looking
for
?
”
“
I
want
to
see
if
I
can
get
a
place
.
”
“
The
offices
are
up
those
steps
,
”
said
the
bluecoat
.
His
face
was
a
very
neutral
thing
to
contemplate
.
In
his
heart
of
hearts
,
he
sympathised
with
the
strikers
and
hated
this
“
scab
.
”
In
his
heart
of
hearts
,
also
,
he
felt
the
dignity
and
use
of
the
police
force
,
which
commanded
order
.
Of
its
true
social
significance
,
he
never
once
dreamed
.
His
was
not
the
mind
for
that
.
The
two
feelings
blended
in
him
—
neutralised
one
another
and
him
He
would
have
fought
for
this
man
as
determinedly
as
for
himself
,
and
yet
only
so
far
as
commanded
.
Strip
him
of
his
uniform
,
and
he
would
have
soon
picked
his
side
.
Hurstwood
ascended
a
dusty
flight
of
steps
and
entered
a
small
,
dust
-
coloured
office
,
in
which
were
a
railing
,
a
long
desk
,
and
several
clerks
.
