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Chapter XXXIV. The Grind Of The Millstones: A Sample Of Chaff

           Itwassuchacheaplookingplacehefeltthathecouldnotabideit.AnotherwasontheBowery,whichheknewcontainedmanyshowyresorts.ItwasnearGrandStreet,andturnedouttobeveryhandsomelyfittedup.Hetalkedaroundaboutinvestmentsforfullythree-quartersofanhourwiththeproprietor,whomaintainedthathishealthwaspoor,andthatwasthereasonhewishedapartner.

           “Well,now,justhowmuchmoneywouldittaketobuyahalfinteresthere?”saidHurstwood,whosawsevenhundreddollarsashislimit.

           “Threethousand,”saidtheman.

           Hurstwood’sjawfell.

           “Cash?”hesaid.

           “Cash.”

           Hetriedtoputonanairofdeliberation,asonewhomightreallybuy;buthiseyesshowedgloom.Hewoundupbysayinghewouldthinkitover,andcameaway.Themanhehadbeentalkingtosensedhisconditioninavagueway.

           “Idon’tthinkhewantstobuy,”hesaidtohimself.“Hedoesn’ttalkright.”

           Theafternoonwasasgreyasleadandcold.Itwasblowingupadisagreeablewinterwind.Hevisitedaplacefarupontheeastside,nearSixty-ninthStreet,anditwasfiveo’clock,andgrowingdim,whenhereachedthere.AportlyGermankeptthisplace.

           “Howaboutthisadofyours?”askedHurstwood,whoratherobjectedtothelooksoftheplace.

           “Oh,datissallover,”saidtheGerman.“Ivillnotsellnow.”

           “Oh,isthatso?”

           “Yes;dereisnothingtodat.Itissallover.”

           “Verywell,”saidHurstwood,turningaround.

           TheGermanpaidnomoreattentiontohim,anditmadehimangry.

           “Thecrazyass!”hesaidtohimself.

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