Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
But I sinned in vain. The house was empty. In the window beside the
door hung a black-and-white sign, "To Let."
CHAPTER II
It would have been easy enough to find out where the Averills had moved
to, but I didn’t make the attempt. It was best for me to lose sight of
them; it was best for them to lose sight of me. Now that the process
had begun I decided to carry it to the utmost.
Nothing is simpler than being lost in a city like New York, so long as
it is to nobody’s interest to find you. You have only to move round a
corner, and it is as if you had gone a thousand miles. The minute I
carried my bags away from the Barcelona without leaving an address I was
beyond the ken of any one inclined to follow me.
I did this not of choice, but of necessity. In the matter of choice I
should have preferred staying where I was. Though it was a modest,
uncleanly place, I had grown used to it; and I dreaded another
expedition into the unknown. But I had come down to my last ten dollars,
with no relief in sight. A humbler abode was imperative even to tide me
over a few days.
On the Odyssey of that afternoon I could write a good-sized volume.
Steps that would have been simple to a working-man were difficult
*CHAPTER II*
It would have been easy enough to find out where the Averills had moved
to, but I didn’t make the attempt. It was best for me to lose sight of
them; it was best for them to lose sight of me. Now that the process
had begun I decided to carry it to the utmost.
Nothing is simpler than being lost in a city like New York, so long as
it is to nobody’s interest to find you. You have only to move round a
corner, and it is as if you had gone a thousand miles. The minute I
carried my bags away from the Barcelona without leaving an address I was
beyond the ken of any one inclined to follow me.
I did this not of choice, but of necessity. In the matter of choice I
should have preferred staying where I was. Though it was a modest,
uncleanly place, I had grown used to it; and I dreaded another
expedition into the unknown. But I had come down to my last ten dollars,
with no relief in sight. A humbler abode was imperative even to tide me
over a few days.
On the Odyssey of that afternoon I could write a good-sized volume.
Steps that would have been simple to a working-man were difficult to me,
because I had never had to take them. Moreover, because the business was
new to me I went at it in the least practical way. Instead of securing
a bed in one place before giving it up in another, I followed the
opposite method. Paying my bill at the Barcelona, I went out in the
street with no definite direction before me.
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