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Chapter XXXV. The Passing Of Effort: The Visage Of Care

           Shecouldfeelthatherrequestdisturbedhim.Topayherwouldsoonbecomeadistressingthing.

           “Yet,whathaveIgottodowithit?”shethought.“Oh,whyshouldIbemadetoworry?”

           HurstwoodwentoutandmadeforBroadway.Hewantedtothinkupsomeplace.Beforelong,though,hereachedtheGrandHotelatThirty-firstStreet.Heknewofitscomfortablelobby.Hewascoldafterhistwentyblocks’walk.

           “I’llgointheirbarbershopandgetashave,”hethought.

           Thushejustifiedhimselfinsittingdowninhereafterhistonsorialtreatment.

           Again,timehangingheavilyonhishands,hewenthomeearly,andthiscontinuedforseveraldays,eachdaytheneedtohuntpaininghim,andeachdaydisgust,depression,shamefacednessdrivinghimintolobbyidleness.

           Atlastthreedayscameinwhichastormprevailed,andhedidnotgooutatall.Thesnowbegantofalllateoneafternoon.Itwasaregularflurryoflarge,soft,whiteflakes.Inthemorningitwasstillcomingdownwithahighwind,andthepapersannouncedablizzard.Fromoutthefrontwindowsonecouldseeadeep,softbedding.

           “IguessI’llnottrytogooutto-day,”hesaidtoCarrieatbreakfast.“It’sgoingtobeawfulbad,sothepaperssay.”

           “Themanhasn’tbroughtmycoal,either,”saidCarrie,whoorderedbythebushel.

           “I’llgooverandseeaboutit,”saidHurstwood.Thiswasthefirsttimehehadeversuggesteddoinganerrand,but,somehow,thewishtositaboutthehouseprompteditasasortofcompensationfortheprivilege.

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