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  "I thought I had you," he said, weakly.

  The youth raked in his chips, and Hurstwood came away, not
  without first stopping to count his remaining cash on the stair.

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  With this loss and ordinary expenses, so much had already gone.

  Back in the flat, he decided he would play no more.

  Remembering Mrs. Vance's promise to call, Carrie made one other
  mild protest.  It was concerning Hurstwood's appearance.  This
  very day, coming home cheap oakleys, he changed his clothes to the old togs he
  sat around in.

  "What makes you always put on those old clothes?" asked Carrie.

  "What's the use wearing my good ones around here?" he asked.

  "Well, I should think you'd feel better." Then she added: "Some
  one might call."

  "Who?" he said.

  "Well, Mrs. Vance," said Carrie.

  "She needn't see me," he answered, sullenly.

  This lack of pride and interest made Carrie almost hate him.

  "Oh," she thought fake oakleys, "there he sits.  'She needn't see me.' I
  should think he would be ashamed of himself."

  The real bitterness of this thing was added when Mrs. Vance did
  call.  It was on one of her shopping rounds.  Making her way up
  the commonplace hall, she knocked at Carrie's door.  To her
  subsequent and agonising distress, Carrie was out.  Hurstwood
  opened the door, half-thinking that the knock was Carrie's.  For
  once, he was taken honestly aback.  The lost voice of youth and
  pride spoke in him.

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  "How do you do?" said Mrs. Vance, who could scarcely believe her
  eyes.  His great confusion she instantly perceived.  He did not
  know whether to invite her in or not.

  "Is your wife at home?" she inquired.