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Hurstwood
put
his
hands
,
red
from
cold
,
down
in
his
pockets
.
Tears
came
into
his
eyes
.
“
That
’
s
right
,
”
he
said
;
“
I
’
m
no
good
now
.
I
was
all
right
.
I
had
money
.
I
’
m
going
to
quit
this
,
”
and
,
with
death
in
his
heart
,
he
started
down
toward
the
Bowery
.
People
had
turned
on
the
gas
before
and
died
;
why
shouldn
’
t
he
?
He
remembered
a
lodging
-
house
where
there
were
little
,
close
rooms
,
with
gas
-
jets
in
them
,
almost
pre
-
arranged
,
he
thought
,
for
what
he
wanted
to
do
,
which
rented
for
fifteen
cents
.
Then
he
remembered
that
he
had
no
fifteen
cents
.
On
the
way
he
met
a
comfortable
-
looking
gentleman
,
coming
,
clean
-
shaven
,
out
of
a
fine
barber
shop
.
“
Would
you
mind
giving
me
a
little
something
?
”
he
asked
this
man
boldly
.
The
gentleman
looked
him
over
and
fished
for
a
dime
.
Nothing
but
quarters
were
in
his
pocket
.
“
Here
,
”
he
said
,
handing
him
one
,
to
be
rid
of
him
.
“
Be
off
,
now
.
”
Hurstwood
moved
on
,
wondering
.
The
sight
of
the
large
,
bright
coin
pleased
him
a
little
.
He
remembered
that
he
was
hungry
and
that
he
could
get
a
bed
for
ten
cents
.
With
this
,
the
idea
of
death
passed
,
for
the
time
being
,
out
of
his
mind
.
It
was
only
when
he
could
get
nothing
but
insults
that
death
seemed
worth
while
.
One
day
,
in
the
middle
of
the
winter
,
the
sharpest
spell
of
the
season
set
in
.
It
broke
grey
and
cold
in
the
first
day
,
and
on
the
second
snowed
.
Poor
luck
pursuing
him
,
he
had
secured
but
ten
cents
by
nightfall
,
and
this
he
had
spent
for
food
.
At
evening
he
found
himself
at
the
Boulevard
and
Sixty
-
seventh
Street
,
where
he
finally
turned
his
face
Bowery
-
ward
.
Especially
fatigued
because
of
the
wandering
propensity
which
had
seized
him
in
the
morning
,
he
now
half
dragged
his
wet
feet
,
shuffling
the
soles
upon
the
sidewalk
.
An
old
,
thin
coat
was
turned
up
about
his
red
ears
—
his
cracked
derby
hat
was
pulled
down
until
it
turned
them
outward
.
His
hands
were
in
his
pockets
.
“
I
’
ll
just
go
down
Broadway
,
”
he
said
to
himself
.
