Trucks and vans were rattling in a noisy line and everywhere men were shielding themselves as best they could.

He scarcely noticed the picture.

He was forever confronting his wife, demanding of her to change her attitude toward him before he worked her bodily harm.
At four o'clock another note came, which simply said that if the money was not forthcoming that evening the matter would be laid before Fitzgerald and Moy on the morrow, and other steps would be taken to get it.
Hurstwood almost exclaimed out loud at the insistency of this thing.
Yes, he would send her the money.

He'd take it to her-he would go up there and have a talk with her, and that at once.
He put on his hat and looked around for his umbrella.

He would have some arrangement of this thing.
He called a cab and was driven through the dreary rain to the North Side.