He tried to shield himself from his own mental accusation

  • After a few moments of silence, she stood up, dry-eyed, and
    looked out the window.  Hurstwood was just strolling up the
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    The latter made progress along Thirteenth and across Fourteenth
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    "Look for work!" he said to himself.  "Look for work! She tells
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    He tried to shield himself from his own mental accusation, which
    told him that she was right.

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    He remembered the few times he had seen her in Seventy-eight
    Street.  She was always a swell-looker, and he had tried to put
    on the air of being worthy of such as she, in front of her.  Now,
    to think she had caught him looking this way.  He wrinkled his
    forehead in his distress. 

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    "Well, sir?" said a middle-aged man replica oakleys, looking up at him from the
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    "Do you want to hire any men?" inquired Hurstwood.

    "What are you--a motorman?"

    "No; I'm not anything," said Hurstwood.