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“
Oh
,
he
’
s
not
here
now
,
”
said
the
policeman
.
Hurstwood
went
toward
the
car
and
stepped
nervously
on
.
As
he
did
so
there
was
a
pistol
shot
.
Something
stung
his
shoulder
.
“
Who
fired
that
?
”
he
heard
an
officer
exclaim
.
“
By
God
!
who
did
that
?
”
Both
left
him
,
running
toward
a
certain
building
.
He
paused
a
moment
and
then
got
down
.
“
George
!
”
exclaimed
Hurstwood
,
weakly
,
“
this
is
too
much
for
me
.
”
He
walked
nervously
to
the
corner
and
hurried
down
a
side
street
.
“
Whew
!
”
he
said
,
drawing
in
his
breath
.
A
half
block
away
,
a
small
girl
gazed
at
him
.
“
You
’
d
better
sneak
,
”
she
called
.
He
walked
homeward
in
a
blinding
snowstorm
,
reaching
the
ferry
by
dusk
.
The
cabins
were
filled
with
comfortable
souls
,
who
studied
him
curiously
.
His
head
was
still
in
such
a
whirl
that
he
felt
confused
.
All
the
wonder
of
the
twinkling
lights
of
the
river
in
a
white
storm
passed
for
nothing
.
He
trudged
doggedly
on
until
he
reached
the
flat
.
There
he
entered
and
found
the
room
warm
.
Carrie
was
gone
.
A
couple
of
evening
papers
were
lying
on
the
table
where
she
left
them
.
He
lit
the
gas
and
sat
down
.
Then
he
got
up
and
stripped
to
examine
his
shoulder
.
It
was
a
mere
scratch
.
He
washed
his
hands
and
face
,
still
in
a
brown
study
,
apparently
,
and
combed
his
hair
.
Then
he
looked
for
something
to
eat
,
and
finally
,
his
hunger
gone
,
sat
down
in
his
comfortable
rocking
-
chair
.
It
was
a
wonderful
relief
.
He
put
his
hand
to
his
chin
,
forgetting
,
for
the
moment
,
the
papers
.
