Finally his feet began to feel wet and cold, and he boarded a car.

This took him to Fifty-ninth Street, which was as good as anywhere else.

Landed here, he turned to walk back along Seventh Avenue, but the slush was too much.

The misery of lounging about with nowhere to go became intolerable.

He felt as if he were catching cold.
Stopping at a corner, he waited for a car south bound.