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Chapter 37

           Hebrokeofffromitlongenoughtowriteaparagraphinhisnote-book. Thiswouldbethelastparagraphin"Overdue"; butsothoroughlywasthewholebookalreadycomposedinhisbrainthathecouldwrite,weeksbeforehehadarrivedattheend,theenditself. Hecomparedthetale,asyetunwritten,withthetalesofthesea-writers,andhefeltittobeimmeasurablysuperior. "There’sonlyonemanwhocouldtouchit,"hemurmuredaloud,"andthat’sConrad. Anditoughttomakeevenhimsitupandshakehandswithme,andsay,‘Welldone,Martin,myboy.’" 

           Hetoiledonallday,recollecting,atthelastmoment,thathewastohavedinnerattheMorses’. ThankstoBrissenden,hisblacksuitwasoutofpawnandhewasagaineligiblefordinnerparties. DowntownhestoppedofflongenoughtorunintothelibraryandsearchforSaleeby’sbooks. Hedrewout"TheCycleofLife,"andonthecarturnedtotheessayNortonhadmentionedonSpencer. AsMartinread,hegrewangry. Hisfaceflushed,hisjawset,andunconsciouslyhishandclenched,unclenched,andclenchedagainasifheweretakingfreshgripsuponsomehatefulthingoutofwhichhewassqueezingthelife. Whenheleftthecar,hestrodealongthesidewalkasawrathfulmanwillstride,andherangtheMorsebellwithsuchviciousnessthatitrousedhimtoconsciousnessofhiscondition,sothatheenteredingoodnature,smilingwithamusementathimself. Nosooner,however,washeinsidethanagreatdepressiondescendeduponhim. 

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