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He
was
unconscious
of
just
how
much
this
habit
had
hold
of
him
until
one
day
he
found
his
lips
repeating
an
old
answer
he
had
made
to
one
of
his
friends
.
They
were
in
Fitzgerald
and
Moy
’
s
.
It
was
as
if
he
stood
in
the
door
of
his
elegant
little
office
,
comfortably
dressed
,
talking
to
Sagar
Morrison
about
the
value
of
South
Chicago
real
estate
in
which
the
latter
was
about
to
invest
.
“
How
would
you
like
to
come
in
on
that
with
me
?
”
he
heard
Morrison
say
.
“
Not
me
,
”
he
answered
,
just
as
he
had
years
before
.
“
I
have
my
hands
full
now
.
”
The
movement
of
his
lips
aroused
him
.
He
wondered
whether
he
had
really
spoken
.
The
next
time
he
noticed
anything
of
the
sort
he
really
did
talk
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
jump
,
you
bloody
fool
?
”
he
was
saying
.
“
Jump
!
”
It
was
a
funny
English
story
he
was
telling
to
a
company
of
actors
.
Even
as
his
voice
recalled
him
,
he
was
smiling
.
A
crusty
old
codger
,
sitting
near
by
,
seemed
disturbed
;
at
least
,
he
stared
in
a
most
pointed
way
.
Hurstwood
straightened
up
.
The
humour
of
the
memory
fled
in
an
instant
and
he
felt
ashamed
.
For
relief
,
he
left
his
chair
and
strolled
out
into
the
streets
.
One
day
,
looking
down
the
ad
.
columns
of
the
“
Evening
World
,
”
he
saw
where
a
new
play
was
at
the
Casino
.
Instantly
,
he
came
to
a
mental
halt
.
Carrie
had
gone
!
He
remembered
seeing
a
poster
of
her
only
yesterday
,
but
no
doubt
it
was
one
left
uncovered
by
the
new
signs
.
Curiously
,
this
fact
shook
him
up
.
He
had
almost
to
admit
that
somehow
he
was
depending
upon
her
being
in
the
city
.
Now
she
was
gone
.
He
wondered
how
this
important
fact
had
skipped
him
.
Goodness
knows
when
she
would
be
back
now
.
Impelled
by
a
nervous
fear
,
he
rose
and
went
into
the
dingy
hall
,
where
he
counted
his
remaining
money
,
unseen
.
There
were
but
ten
dollars
in
all
.
He
wondered
how
all
these
other
lodging
-
house
people
around
him
got
along
.
They
didn
’
t
seem
to
do
anything
.
Perhaps
they
begged
—
unquestionably
they
did
.
Many
was
the
dime
he
had
given
to
such
as
they
in
his
day
.
He
had
seen
other
men
asking
for
money
on
the
streets
.
Maybe
he
could
get
some
that
way
.
There
was
horror
in
this
thought
.
Sitting
in
the
lodging
-
house
room
,
he
came
to
his
last
fifty
cents
.
He
had
saved
and
counted
until
his
health
was
affected
.
His
stoutness
had
gone
.
With
it
,
even
the
semblance
of
a
fit
in
his
clothes
.
Now
he
decided
he
must
do
something
,
and
,
walking
about
,
saw
another
day
go
by
,
bringing
him
down
to
his
last
twenty
cents
—
not
enough
to
eat
for
the
morrow
.
Summoning
all
his
courage
,
he
crossed
to
Broadway
and
up
to
the
Broadway
Central
hotel
.
Within
a
block
he
halted
,
undecided
.
A
big
,
heavy
-
faced
porter
was
standing
at
one
of
the
side
entrances
,
looking
out
.
Hurstwood
purposed
to
appeal
to
him
.
