Once in a while he would go out, in fine weather, it might be four or five hours, between eleven and four.

She could do nothing but view him with gnawing contempt.
It was apathy with Hurstwood, resulting from his inability to see his way out.

Each month drew from his small store.

Now, he had only five hundred dollars left, and this he hugged, half feeling as if he could stave off absolute necessity for an indefinite period.

Sitting around the house, he decided to wear some old clothes he had.