Hurstwood, warmed and excited, gazed steadily ahead. It was anastonishing experience for him. He had read of these things, butthe reality seemed something altogether new. He was no coward inspirit. The fact that he had suffered this much now ratheroperated to arouse a stolid determination to stick it out. Hedid not recur in thought to New York or the flat. This one tripseemed a consuming thing.。，
，。， Hurstwood made the best of a bad lot by keeping on his clothesand pushing away the dirty covering from his head, but at last hedozed in sheer weariness. The covering became more and morecomfortable, its character was forgotten, and he pulled it abouthis neck and slept.In the morning he was aroused out of a pleasant dream by severalmen stirring about in the cold, cheerless room. He had been backin Chicago in fancy, in his own comfortable home. Jessica hadbeen arranging to go somewhere, and he had been talking with herabout it. This was so clear in his mind, that he was startlednow by the contrast of this room. He raised his head, and thecold, bitter reality jarred him into wakefulness.