He folded his paper and drew near, silence holding for a time,except for the "Pass me's."。， "Well, the man who owns the ground has sold it. and the newowner won't release it to us. The business may come to an end."
Hurstwood showed his hand. He was done. The bitter fact that hehad lost seventy-five dollars made him desperate.。， Curiously, as he troubled over his future, his thoughtsoccasionally reverted to his wife and family. He had avoidedsuch thoughts for the first three years as much as possible. Hehated her, and he could get along without her. Let her go. Hewould do well enough. Now, however, when he was not doing wellenough, he began to wonder what she was doing, how his childrenwere getting along. He could see them living as nicely as ever,occupying the comfortable house and using his property.
Remembering Mrs. Vance's promise to call, Carrie made one othermild protest. It was concerning Hurstwood's appearance. Thisvery day, coming home, he changed his clothes to the old togs hesat around in.。， "Thirteenth Street," said Carrie, reluctantly. "112 West."