But he was wide awake. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. “Oh, Lucy. ” “I’m not. \" He looked crestfallen. He took up his hat and went. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper.
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