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Hopelessly
he
turned
back
into
Broadway
again
and
slopped
onward
and
away
,
begging
,
crying
,
losing
track
of
his
thoughts
,
one
after
another
,
as
a
mind
decayed
and
disjointed
is
wont
to
do
.
It
was
truly
a
wintry
evening
,
a
few
days
later
,
when
his
one
distinct
mental
decision
was
reached
.
Already
,
at
four
o
’
clock
,
the
sombre
hue
of
night
was
thickening
the
air
.
A
heavy
snow
was
falling
—
a
fine
picking
,
whipping
snow
,
borne
forward
by
a
swift
wind
in
long
,
thin
lines
.
The
streets
were
bedded
with
it
—
six
inches
of
cold
,
soft
carpet
,
churned
to
a
dirty
brown
by
the
crush
of
teams
and
the
feet
of
men
.
Along
Broadway
men
picked
their
way
in
ulsters
and
umbrellas
.
Along
the
Bowery
,
men
slouched
through
it
with
collars
and
hats
pulled
over
their
ears
.
In
the
former
thoroughfare
businessmen
and
travellers
were
making
for
comfortable
hotels
.
In
the
latter
,
crowds
on
cold
errands
shifted
past
dingy
stores
,
in
the
deep
recesses
of
which
lights
were
already
gleaming
.
There
were
early
lights
in
the
cable
cars
,
whose
usual
clatter
was
reduced
by
the
mantle
about
the
wheels
.
The
whole
city
was
muffled
by
this
fast
-
thickening
mantle
.
In
her
comfortable
chambers
at
the
Waldorf
,
Carrie
was
reading
at
this
time
“
Père
Goriot
,
”
which
Ames
had
recommended
to
her
.
It
was
so
strong
,
and
Ames
’
s
mere
recommendation
had
so
aroused
her
interest
,
that
she
caught
nearly
the
full
sympathetic
significance
of
it
.
For
the
first
time
,
it
was
being
borne
in
upon
her
how
silly
and
worthless
had
been
her
earlier
reading
,
as
a
whole
.
Becoming
wearied
,
however
,
she
yawned
and
came
to
the
window
,
looking
out
upon
the
old
winding
procession
of
carriages
rolling
up
Fifth
Avenue
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
bad
?
”
she
observed
to
Lola
.
“
Terrible
!
”
said
that
little
lady
,
joining
her
.
“
I
hope
it
snows
enough
to
go
sleigh
riding
.
”
“
Oh
,
dear
,
”
said
Carrie
,
with
whom
the
sufferings
of
Father
Goriot
were
still
keen
.
“
That
’
s
all
you
think
of
.
Aren
’
t
you
sorry
for
the
people
who
haven
’
t
anything
to
-
night
?
”
“
Of
course
I
am
,
”
said
Lola
;
“
but
what
can
I
do
?
I
haven
’
t
anything
.
”
Carrie
smiled
.
“
You
wouldn
’
t
care
,
if
you
had
,
”
she
returned
.
