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　　By the evening of the 16th the subtle hand of Hurstwood had madeitself apparent. He had given the word among his friends--andthey were many and influential--that here was something whichthey ought to attend, and, as a consequence, the sale of ticketsby Mr. Quincel, acting for the lodge, had been large. Smallfour-line notes had appeared in all of the daily newspapers.These he had arranged for by the aid of one of his newspaperfriends on the "Times," Mr. Harry McGarren, the managing editor.

　　His dinner cost him .50. By eight o'clock he was through, andthen, seeing guests leaving and the crowd of pleasure-seekersthickening outside wondered where he should go. Not home.Carrie would be up. No, he would not go back there this evening.He would stay out and knock around as a man who was independent--not broke--well might. He bought a cigar, and went outside onthe corner where other individuals were lounging--brokers, racingpeople, thespians--his own flesh and blood. As he stood there,he thought of the old evenings in Chicago, and how he used todispose of them. Many's the game he had had. This took him topoker.