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else had come over it: a look of awakening.
The waitress happened to turn around to see if he hadn’t gone.
“What’s the matter with you?” she said.
“Did you swallow a seed?”
“I know what I want,” Enoch murmured.
“I know what I want too,” she said with a dark look.
Enoch felt for his stick and laid his change on the counter. “I got to be
going.”
“Don’t let me keep you,” she said.
“You may not see me again,” he said, “—the way I am.” “Any way I
don’t see you will be all right with me,” she said.
Enoch left. It was a pleasant damp evening. The puddles on the
sidewalk shone and the store windows
were steamy and bright with junk. He disappeared down a side street
and made his way rapidly along
the darker passages of the city, pausing only once or twice at the end
of an alley to dart a glance in each
direction before he ran on. The Victory was a small theater, suited to
the needs of the family, in one of
the closer subdivisions; he passed through a succession of lighted
areas and then on through more alleys
and back streets until he came to the business section that surrounded
it. Then he slowed up. He saw it
about a block away, glittering in its darker setting. He didn’t cross the
street to the side it was on but kept