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"Well, you can go out to the flat then, that's all right. Youdon't need to stay in the room. Just take it and leave yourthings there."

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A third policeman joined the other two from somewhere and someone ran to telephone for more officers. Hurstwood gazed about,determined but fearful.

Ames was looking away again, and Carrie was again looking at hisforehead. To her he seemed to be thinking about strange things.As he studied the crowd his eye was mild.

It was truly a wintry evening, a few days later, when his onedistinct mental decision was reached. Already, at four o'clock,the sombre hue of night was thickening the air. A heavy snow wasfalling--a fine picking, whipping snow, borne forward by a swiftwind in long, thin lines. The streets were bedded with it--sixinches of cold, soft carpet, churned to a dirty brown by thecrush of teams and the feet of men. Along Broadway men pickedtheir way in ulsters and umbrellas. Along the Bowery, menslouched through it with collars and hats pulled over their ears.In the former thoroughfare businessmen and travellers were makingfor comfortable hotels. In the latter, crowds on cold errandsshifted past dingy stores, in the deep recesses of which lightswere already gleaming. There were early lights in the cablecars, whose usual clatter was reduced by the mantle about thewheels. The whole city was muffled by this fast-thickeningmantle.

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"I don't know," he said. "I can't do any more than look."

"Did you really?" asked Carrie.

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"Well," he said, as he took her arm--and there was an exuberanceof good-fellowship in the word which fairly warmed the cockles ofher heart.

He did not answer, reading on.

"Oh," she was about to exclaim, but checked herself and allowedher thoughts to die without expression.

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"How much did you say he took?" said Carrie.

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