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　　Somehow, so long as he knew she was at the Casino, though he hadnever any intention of going near her, there was a subconsciouscomfort for him--he was not quite alone. The show seemed such afixture that, after a month or two, he began to take it forgranted that it was still running. In September it went on theroad and he did not notice it. When all but twenty dollars ofhis money was gone, he moved to a fifteen-cent lodging-house inthe Bowery, where there was a bare lounging-room filled withtables and benches as well as some chairs. Here his preferencewas to close his eyes and dream of other days, a habit which grewupon him. It was not sleep at first, but a mental hearkeningback to scenes and incidents in his Chicago life. As the presentbecame darker, the past grew brighter, and all that concerned itstood in relief.

　　"Mrs. George Wheeler," said Carrie, moving over to where she waswriting. The woman wrote her address in full and then allowedher to depart at her leisure.