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HITHERTO quite unknown restlessness pursued Gordon. He knew the meaning of it, but resented it impatiently. No place seemed able to hold him for long. In the morning he was out of the house as early as the duty of sitting through an almost untasted breakfast would allow. He wandered into one club or another only to wander out again. One afternoon he drove his car up and down the Avenue and through the principal cross streets until darkness, his eyes searching the crowded sidewalks, peering into carriages and automobiles and 'buses. Once a brougham passed him near Thirty-fourth Street, and he was shouted at by a traffic officer because he swung his car around short of the street intersection and went racing back to overtake it. And when he ran alongside he found that the likeness which had deceived him was infinitesimal. The girl in the brougham laugh-
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