"No," he said shortly, "I never had one of her." She recognized his unwillingness to say more.
"Well, good-by, come and see me." He parted from her with a sense of having been unnecessarily harsh with a woman who wished to be his good friend.
He was hungry and that made him think of his horse which he returned to at once.

After watering and feeding his tired beast he turned in at a coffeehouse and bought a lunch--not being able to afford a meal.
Everywhere he went men pointed a timid or admiring thumb at him.

They were unobtrusive about it, but it annoyed him at the moment.

His mind was too entirely filled with perplexities to welcome strangers' greetings.

"I _must_ earn some money," was the thought which brought with it each time the offer of the Express Company.