| Chapter 17: The Stages of Maggie's Descent During
			Her Walk to the East River (54-56): 
			"Two or three theatres emptied a crowd upon the storm-swept 
			pavements...The pavements became tossing seas of umbrellas....A girl 
			of the painted cohorts of the city went along the street.... 
			Crossing glittering avenues, she went into the throng emerging from 
			the places of forgetfulness." A tall young man, smoking a cigarette with a sublime air, 
			strolled near the girl. He had on evening dress, a moustache, a 
			chrysanthemum, and a look of ennui, all of which he kept carefullyunder his eye.
A stout gentleman, with pompous and philanthropic whiskers, 
			went stolidly by, the broad of his back sneering at the girl.A belated man in business clothes, and in haste to catch a 
			car, bounced against her shoulder. "Hi, there, Mary, I beg your 
			pardon! Brace up, old girl." 
 The girl walked on out of the realm of restaurants and 
			saloons. She passed more glittering avenues and went into darker 
			blocks than those where the crowd travelled. A young man in light overcoat and derby hat received a glance 
			shot keenly from the eyes of the girl. He stopped and looked at her, 
			thrusting his hands in his pockets and making a mocking smilecurl his lips. "Come, now, old lady," he said, "you don't mean to 
			tell me that you sized me up for a farmer?"
A laboring man marched along with bundles under his arms. To 
			her remarks, he replied: "It's a fine evenin', ain't it?"She smiled squarely into the face of a boy who was hurrying by 
			with his hands buried in his overcoat, his blonde locks bobbing on 
			his youthful temples, and a cheery smile of unconcern upon his lips.A drunken man, reeling in her pathway, began to roar at her. 
			"I ain' ga no money, dammit," he shouted, in a dismal voice.
 The girl went into gloomy districts near the river, where the 
			tall black factories shut in the street and only occasional broad 
			beams of light fell across the pavements from saloons. A man with blotched features.A ragged being with shifting, blood-shot eyes and grimey 
			hands. 
 She went into the blackness of the final block. The shutters 
			of the tall buildings were closed like grim lips. The structures 
			seemed to have eyes that looked over her, beyond her, at other 
			things. A huge fat man in torn and greasy garments. His gray hair 
			straggled down over his forehead. His small, bleared eyes, sparkling 
			from amidst great rolls of red fat, swept eagerly over the girl's 
			upturned face. He laughed, his brown, disordered teeth gleaming 
			under a gray, grizzled moustache from which beer-drops dripped. His 
			whole body gently quivered and shook like that of a dead jelly fish.
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