"I'll try again to-morrow," he said through his set teeth.
On the way home his curious fatalism took a sudden turn, and a feeling that Reynolds' letter surely awaited him made his heart glow.

It was impossible that he should actually be without a cent of money, and the thought filled his brain with an irrational exaltation which made him forget the slime in which his feet slipped.

He planned to start on the limited train.

"I'll go as far from this cursed hole of a city as I can," he said; "I'll get out where men don't eat each other to keep alive.

He'll certainly send me twenty dollars.